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My High School Wife

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I watched Georgia nervously chat with some of the girls from the sorority. She wore her jean jacket and jean skirt well, but anyone could tell she was still in high school. She was a senior in high school, I was a senior in college. I’d known her since she started kindergarten. I met her brother, Nathan, in elementary school and we became best friends.

My girlfriend joined the group of girls, she smiled at Georgia and smoothed out the younger girl’s blonde bangs. Heather liked her, looked after her. Nate wouldn’t be happy if he knew I’d taken his little sister to a party at my girlfriend’s sorority. But he was far away at a different college. So Nate wouldn’t find out unless Georgia told him, and she’d never do that because she liked coming out with me.

Georgia looked like a doll standing in a circle of tanned, overly made up, shells of human beings. Her piercing blue eyes stood out among the drunken, glassy and vacant stares of the other girls. This party was pretty tame, a Sunday night last gasp of weekend fun. There were probably only a couple dozen non-sorority people besides myself, mostly boyfriends and once-in-a-while boyfriends. Heather was one of them, she’d been initiated and molded when we were freshman.

It was only ten but I was bored. I wanted to leave and used Georgia as an excuse. I joined the circle to retrieve my high school blonde.

“Hey, Stephen, Georgia’s gonna pledge next fall!” My girlfriend was petting her. She was drunk. I’d made sure Georgia only drank one beer. She never complained, she’d let me fend off the other girls and guys who wanted to give her alcohol.

“Really? That’s fantastic, maybe she’ll become a rastafarian too, ease the transition.” Heather drunkenly wrapped herself around me.

“No, no, no. Dreadlocks are nasty. Georgia, you won’t get dreadlocks will you?” She looked at the younger girl, who blushed and shook her head. They liked her, she was like their pet, they asked her a million questions, loved how innocent she was.

“Well, she’s gotta get home, so say goodbye.” The circle of girls hugged her and all spoke at the same time, unintelligibly, and she looked pretty overwhelmed by it all.

“Stephen, you gonna come back after?” Heather was standing on my feet, rubbing her crotch against my thigh.

“I thought I’d just go home, I’ve got class at eight tomorrow.” She frowned, tried to suck my tongue out of my mouth. She asked me a couple more times if I was coming back, bit me a couple times before she finally let go.

Georgia was waiting, watching the mess unfold in front of her. I extricated Georgia from the girl love fest, took her to my car. I looked at her when we got in the car, Heather and the other girls thought she was harmless, this gullible little high school girl. She was tiny, shy around people she didn’t know but popular at her own school, incredibly pretty. She was my favorite person, easily.

She’d had a crush on me since she hit puberty. I teased her endlessly when we were in high school, flirted with her to the point that Nate would get irritated. Told her that she was my sweetheart and we were gonna get married when she graduated high school. I toned all that down when I started spending time with her for real after Nate left for school. I wasn’t looking to do anything but spend time with her; we both missed Nate, it just sort of turned into something more.

I took Georgia out on Sundays because my girlfriend either slept all day or did her school work then. I took her to pick apples and pumpkins in the Fall, went sledding in Winter, hiked in Spring, went to the beach in Summer, a lot of kid stuff. I’d usually see her during the week, talk to her on the phone and computer almost daily.

She wanted to be my girlfriend, she wouldn’t say it out loud, but she didn’t really mask her desire. And it wasn’t like I was leading her on…maybe I was a little. Georgia knew I was with Heather. I’d only kissed her a couple times in her room before that night I asked her to go down on me. Sure those earlier make-out sessions lasted hours, but this was altogether new, she was much more nervous faced with my naked penis.

I was genuinely drunk, but she did it. She’d called me at a party because I hadn’t seen her that weekend, she kind of demanded that I come to her–so I did. A few more blowjobs and handjobs later, months had passed and we were hooking up every time we were together. No sex though, she was still my high school virgin.

“You don’t really want to join a sorority your first semester at college, right?” She thought about it before answering.

“Maybe not my first semester…but they’re nice girls, I think it would be fun living in the house with them.”

“They suck away any personality a new girl has. I’ve seen them do it. Don’t join their cult, Georgie.” She giggled.

“How can you say that? Your girlfriend’s like the house mom.”

“I can’t deal with her when she’s with them. She’s a normal person when I get her off campus.” It was a short drive to her house on the Gaziantep Oral Escort hill overlooking the college, far enough away that you could only make out the tower and main lecture hall. When I pulled onto her street she broke the silence.

“Stephen, you have class early tomorrow?” She was worried that I might not come inside.

“Yeah, but we can still hang out if you want.” She looked relieved.

“Ok.” I parked at the curb in front of her house so that the trees in her yard hid my car. She lived with her mom, and we didn’t want her mom to see my car at six the next morning. She lead me to the side door, her bedroom was on the first floor so I didn’t have to climb in or out of any windows in case we fell asleep. Her mom was suspicious of me, but not enough that she ever said anything.

“I think my mom’s in bed.” We turned the corner and went right into her room. She locked the door as was usual. I took off my coat and shoes and sat on her bed. She took off her jacket and hung it in her closet. She was wearing a thin white sweater. She stepped out of her shoes and lost an inch or two.

“Come here, Georgie.” She sat on the bed next to me, thigh to thigh. I could almost make out her heart beating under her sweater she was so anxious.

“Should I turn the TV on?” When her mom was up we usually turned the TV on, in case we got a little loud.

“Nah, let’s just talk a little. I’ve been dying to kiss you. I wanted to at the party. Your mouth’s very kissable, Georgie.” She leaned in and I kissed her, tasted her lip gloss. I held her cheek in my hand and we kissed soft for a few minutes. She never seemed to regret the things we did–and to her we probably weren’t being bad to my girlfriend. In Georgia’s mind I was her boyfriend too.

“Every time you sat down tonight, I wanted to just jump in your lap. I wish I could see you more. I wish you were mine for real. I’ve never had a real boyfriend.” I felt bad. I kind of tied up the last few years of her life with the hope that I’d eventually become her boyfriend. I never told her I would, but I know I’d be jealous if she started seeing someone. She was my virgin after all.

“I’m sorry, Georgia. I want to see you all the time, but I’m still with Heather.” I wanted to make her feel better about it, she’d been asking me to take her to one of her school dances for a while.

“Hey, you have your Winter Semi coming up, right?” She nodded. “I’ll take you if you want.” She smiled, hugged me.

“That’d be great, Stephen! I got a new dress for it, you wanna see?”

“Nah, I want it to be a surprise.” She kissed me, I explored her mouth, sucked on her little pink tongue. She moaned into my mouth. She held her mouth open for me, almost paralyzed, I tasted all of her. I rubbed her back and arms and thigh over her skirt. She’d given me oral countless times, I’d played with her puss, but I’d never given her oral. I wanted to change that.

“Georgia, can I go down on you?” She nodded, but she didn’t look like she knew what I meant.

“Like lick my coochie?” I nodded. She blushed and smiled. I kissed her and told her to lay back. She rested against her pillows, legs together. I ran my hand underneath her skirt over her thigh, she shivered and wiggled around. I put my other hand up her skirt and pulled her panties down her legs, she shimmied out of them for me. It was a blue thong, I was bummed that I didn’t get to see it on her cute little ass. I put her underwear to my nose and inhaled, she wasn’t that worked up yet, but it was still that sexy female smell.

“Lean back a little more.” She moved down, I parted her legs, got between them. Her skirt lifted and I could see her lightly furred blonde puss. Her tiny lips were pressed together. I kissed her inner thighs, she shook a little. I kissed her right on her slit and her lips quivered.

“Ahh!” She squeaked when I licked her slit and swirled my tongue over her clit. She tasted fresh, virginal, she was moist. I stuck my tongue into her little hole, she tried to close her legs on my face. I held her open, ate her out with more need. She was wiggling around on the bed. Moaning lightly, her breathing was laboured. I sucked on her lips and explored her inside. When I trailed down to her perineum she twisted and giggled. She had no idea.

“Oh boy…Stephen! What you doin’?” I ran my tongue down her ass crack and lightly over her anus. Her hips went nuts, she giggled nervously. I went back to her puss, sucked on her clit.

“Ahh, it feels so good, Stephen…unnh, fuck!” She came hard, squeezed my head with her thighs, quivered and shook around me, my tongue still buried in her treasure. I crawled over her and kissed her, stuck my pussy slick tongue in her mouth. She’d never tasted that before. We made out, my erection pressing through my jeans against her exposed crotch.

“Play with me.” I opened my pants, let my cock out. She held it, stroked me gently as I kissed her neck and ear. I wanted her mouth on me as soon as possible so I wouldn’t try and fuck her. I moved up the bed and she knew what I wanted. I slid my pants to my knees so my balls were free.

She held my cock so she could put her lips around the tip. She wasn’t very good at it, she just sort of sucked, took a couple inches in her mouth then stroked awkwardly, licked a little. What got me off was her inexperience, the fact that she’d suck me and not ask for anything in return, would swallow me when I came.

I never lasted long with her sucking on the head of my cock, looking up at me. I told her I was going to cum and she prepared herself. I shot and shot into her warm, wet, mouth and she continually swallowed so she wouldn’t choke. Finally, when she thought I was done she’d suck me a little more then pull her mouth off, wipe off her chin and cheeks.

I pulled her over me so we could kiss, she was heat, her skirt was still bunched up and I wasn’t wearing pants. My semi-hard cock was pressed against her virgin lips, we rubbed against each other lightly as we made out.

“I love you, Georgie.” I said it lightly, because I cared about her and wanted to be honest.

“I love you, Stephen.” She said it serious because she believed it. We lay in her pink room on her little twin bed and rubbed our genitals together. I fondled her breasts over her sweater, squeezed her naked ass.

“Georgia, take off your sweater, I’ve never seen you all the way naked.” Usually I’d get her top off when she went down on me, play with her breasts, or just her bottoms when we were stroking each other. She removed her sweater and bra, her tits were perfect, they were small but looked bigger on her frame, fun to play with. I took my shirt off too, my pants were already off.

I lay next to her, we were both entirely naked. I held her waist and we kissed. I kissed her body, suckled her breasts, played with her nipples, fingered her sopping puss. She was all over the place, loving the attention. I could have sex with her, she’d let me. But I didn’t want to, because I knew I’d have to become her boyfriend for real, I’d have to dump Heather and deal with Nate and Georgia’s mom. I wanted her all to myself, but at the same time I didn’t want to deal with all the baggage.

“You make me feel so sexy, Stephen. I love you.” We were pressed together again, I was hard, resting against her flat belly.

“Let me make love to you, Georgia.” She shook her head.

“Not unless you promise to be my boyfriend and no one elses.” I told her to put her pajamas on. I watched her climb out of bed, her labia parted and gave me a peek of her pink insides. She slipped on her pajama pants and t-shirt, no underwear, and got back in bed with a naked me.

“Stephen, are you gonna stay all night?” I told her I’d stay if she wanted me to. She pulled the sheet over us, pushed herself against me. My erect cock pressed against her bottom was amazing. I thought I could stay aroused the whole night just lying with her.

“Please, stay.” I told her I would and we talked and I fondled her a little more until we fell asleep.

She always woke up before me, always in time for me to leave and just make it to class. One of the reasons she always had to wake up first was because she still sometimes wet the bed. I’d experienced it a couple mornings, waking up in her wet spot. I couldn’t tease her about it, the look on her face was horrible, pure embarrassment. She wouldn’t let me sleep in the same bed as her for weeks after.

“Stephen, wake up, you gotta go to school, wake up.” I pretended to sleep so she’d get nervous that I wouldn’t get up in time, she began shaking me and whispering louder in my ear. I turned and grabbed her, pulled her to me and kissed her neck, she screeched in surprise then covered her mouth.

“Quit it, you gotta go, my mom probably heard!” She looked so amazing in the morning, her hair a mess, still bright eyed.

“Georgie, let’s ditch school today.” She smiled.

“Ok. What you wanna do?” Last time we ditched together we drove across the state because she wanted to go to the Lucille Ball Museum.

“You wanna get married today?” Her eyes went wide, she slapped my chest.

“Yes! How?”

“Ouch. We’ll go to the courthouse and get a marriage license. You wanna be my wife?”

“Yes! Don’t tease me, Stephen…” She pouted. I wasn’t really thinking things through, I wanted her.

“I guess you’ll just have to come with me and see if I’m serious.” She giggled.

“Ok, you have to go and then come back. I need to get ready and my mom will be up in a little while.”

“George, you’ll need your birth certificate and learner’s permit.”

“Ok, go.” I kissed her quick and got dressed and was out the door in a minute. I went home and put a suit on, pulled in front of her house and sent her a text. She came out in jeans and jean jacket with her purse. When she got in the car she smiled then frowned.

“Oh boy, I didn’t think about dressing up, I’ll go get changed.” I grabbed her before she could escape.

“We’ll go shopping first.” She liked that. We drove just down the street to the mall. The department stores were open, there was no one but sales people around. She looked at a million dresses, not school dance type dresses, more grown up type dresses.

“This one. This is a getting married today type of dress.” It was blue with a white belt, she tried it on and showed me.

“It’s perfect.” She had to get new shoes too, that probably took longer than getting the dress. She wore her new outfit out, jean jacket over her dress because it was getting chilly. We drove downtown, it was morning and busy. We parked in the parking garage.

“Ok, Georgia, you ready?”

“Stephen, I love you, I wanna marry you.” She held my arm across the street, we went in and waited in line at the licenses desk, filled out the residence forms.

“You wanna move in with me, maybe this Friday?”

“Of course silly, I’m gonna be your wife!”

“We’ll have to explain this to our families…they aren’t going to be too happy, you know?” She nodded, finished filling out her information. When it was our turn at the desk the lady looked over our form, took our licenses and birth certificates and disappeared into a back room.

“I told my mom I needed my birth certificate for a cheer competition. How long do you think it’ll take?” The woman returned, smiled and told us the mayor himself would be free in an hour to marry us. She took our money and told us where to go at eleven. Georgia giggled and took my hand and we went into a waiting room.

“You wanna call anyone, tell them what we’re up to?” She shook her head.

“She said we don’t need anyone special for a witness. I don’t want to call any of my friends until after. Your sister is the only person I can think of that we might want to come?”

“I’ll call her.” Karen was three years older than me, I’d taken Georgia to her art gallery a few times, they really liked each other. I called her, told Georgia what she said,

“She was at the gallery, she’s gonna walk here. She thinks I’m in trouble for some reason.” When she arrived we took her in with us, she was surprised to see Georgia.

“What are you two up to?”

“Hey Karen, since you’re my favorite sister of all time and Georgia loves you too, we wanted you to be our witness when we got married.” To say she looked surprised was an understatement, her jaw dropped. A woman came in to tell us the mayor was ready. Karen followed us into an office.

We’d ambushed her, she usually had plenty to say and all she could get out was a few questions. Before she could make sense of the scene we were standing before the mayor getting married. I kissed Georgia and it was over, Karen and one of the mayor’s aides signed the certificate. We were ushered out into the lobby and finally Karen let us have it.

“You two just got married?! Stephen, you tricked me, I thought you were in trouble and I rushed over here and now Mom and Dad are gonna kill me for letting you get married. Georgia! Did he trick you too?”

“No, I love him and I’ve wanted to marry him since I was six-years-old.” Karen laughed, hugged Georgia and hugged me.

“Ok, I’m going back to work. The two of you are crazy and I’m gonna pretend like this is a surprise to me when Mom calls hysterical.” She left and I was alone with my new wife walking back to the parking garage.

“Wanna go get some wedding rings?” She smiled and nodded. We drove down to my friend’s dad’s jewelry store. A woman was working, she showed us the wedding bands.

“Pick which ones you like.” She tried on a few, finally chose two gold bands with birds etched on them. It wasn’t as expensive as I thought it would be, and I made a mental note to return to get her a proper ring. We left with our rings on our fingers and went to lunch.

“I like being married to you so far, Stephen.” She ate her sandwich.

“Me too, Georgie. You dress nice.” She smiled.

“Thanks. My husband took me shopping this morning.” We finished and walked around the downtown walkways, she wouldn’t let go of my hand, she kept looking down at our rings.

“Hey, I know we talked about moving in on Friday, but I’d like you to stay over tonight.”

“Definitely. I’ll tell my mom I’m staying over at Joan’s.” She was almost agonizingly pretty then, her hair was pushed back over her right ear with a clip. I felt bad, I knew she deserved someone that would be good to her and not wake up one morning and want to marry her on a whim.

“Hey, Georgie, I promise I want to be your husband and take care of you forever.”

“I know, Stephen. I’m gonna take care of you forever too–make your dinner, make your babies.”

“You better graduate high school first.” She giggled.

“After high school you’ll have graduated too and be designing your circuits, and maybe we can make a baby then?” Jesus, we were married for an hour and she was talking about getting pregnant. She was so petite, I tried to picture her pregnant.

“We can talk about that next week, you know, after we tell our families we’re married this week.” She said ok, but she was thinking about houses and babies and making Sunday roasts.

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I slipped her t-shirt off, she pulled off her bra and I grabbed hold of her tits. With both hands caressing and digging into titty flesh, I pushed her back to lay over the couch, while we were kissing. Our tongues tangled in a heated dance, while I pushed her hands back over her head and she gripped the couch.

Her breasts stretched wider and pushed forward…I was rock-hard and crazy turned-on but went back to kissing her, holding her face in my hands and probing deep with my tongue.

I slid my hands down over her body to cup her tits, again. She loved it when I pulled and nibbled on her big, puffy nipples…she loved being touched this way…it was so erotic. “Look, I got a titty hardon!”

I felt the hard nipples poke at my hands, as I tightened my hold. Rolling them between my fingers, I studied them with my fingertips and then my tongue. I kissed…sucked…and flicked my tongue over the puffy, mounded areola. They sat proudly atop each breast; they were a nipple nirvana. I get rock-hard just thinking about what they felt like under my tongue…or fingertips. Remembering back to that moment, an image of her tits bouncing, during a hard fuck, occupied every corner of my brain.

We were on the couch, going at it, with clothes all over the floor…all is great…right? But then it, sort of, became a scene, when somebody walked in. Knowing it was Darin or Benji, I didn’t turn to look, but I knew it was going to be embarrassing. Megan and I were almost assured some teasing and then we heard Darin laugh, “Get a room, guys!”

Megan blushed, “Sorry, Darin…it’s my fault, but he’s hard to ignore…it’s always hard…you know?”

“Oh, I know it, girl…been there!”

It had been four weeks, or so, since we started dating, but we knew everything about past relationships. I knew she’d never had a threesome, so I was a little surprised when her blush turned into a sexy smile. She looked at both of us, “Uh…maybe you want to join us…I can share.”

She looked up into my eyes, “You’d be okay with that?”

I grinned and pulled her leg off the couch to spread her legs open, “I’d love to share with Darin.”

“Don’t go anywhere…I’ll go get lube,” running to his bedroom.

As we kissed, I rubbed my finger through her pussy, and she groaned. Our lips parted, “Megan, I promise you are going to love this!”

I dug my hand between her legs, opening the moist lips for my tongue. I grazed her clit and she moaned louder, “Ahhhh…yeah, that’s it!” She rolled her hips up to press herself into my tongue and I dragged it through the inner lips. As I pushed a finger into the tiny slit, she humped forward to push it deeper inside.

I took it as deep as it could go, knuckles pressing into the trimmed muff. “Rob, that feels so good…you…you gotta fuck me.”

Darin went to lube my dick and leaned in for a taste. He wrapped his lips around the head and held my balls, sensing the weight in his hand and moaning around the shaft. He took it deeper into his mouth, and fucked his face, bobbing hard…and deep. “Fuck…fuck…that’s good…yeah, get me ready for her…she needs some dick…we can both do her.”

Megan grinned, “This going to be soooo hot…you can share me…mmmm…and we can share you.”

He pulled off with a big smile, “That’s the plan.” He trailed lube over my dick and spread it over the shaft, “Dude, you’re ready to go.”

When he worked his pants off, Megan caught a glimpse and squealed, “Oh wow! Things keep getting better…two hot guys…all for me! I’ve never had a threesome before!”

I pushed her legs up over my shoulders and split her pussy with my dick. “That’s right, sweetie…we’re gonna spit roast you. You good with that?”

“Rob, yes…gimme both…gimme those dicks,” and Darin pushed through her lips. She opened wider and swirled her tongue over the head. I could tell she enjoyed her new toy, exploring every inch of his big cock…it was all new and she was excited…I could see it.

He thrust urgently, poking at her throat and stroking the shaft with her lips. She couldn’t take much more than half, but Darin loved testing the limits of her throat.

I pressed my dick into her, gradually pumping deeper and deeper. Her pussy lips were moist but super tight; thankfully I used lube, because they were stretched to their limits.

“Fuck, Megan…fuck…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…yeah…yeah…yeah, that’s good…take all this dick…take all my dick!”

Darin watched her pussy lips, clinging to the shaft and dragging over the surface, following the dick in and out…in and out. “Dude, that looks smokin’ hot…smokin!”

“Looks like you’re ready for a change…wanna try more of my new girlfriend?” Grinning with a huge smile, “You’re gonna love this tight, little pussy, too…but lube first!”

“Well…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…I’m lovin’ what she can do, right here.”

I pulled out, held her legs back and Darin took my place. Her tiny pussy was gapped, eager for another round. Although, Gaziantep Genç Escort when I gave Darin the lube, I sensed some nervousness in her face, “Sweetie, you ready? Don’t worry, baby…he’s gonna go deeper, but he’s thinner and he’ll be gentle…I promise.”

Before she could answer, he rolled his hips forward slowly sinking his dick inside; more lube and a little gap made it go easy.

“Yeah…oh yeah…I’m ready…ahhhh…ahhhh…I’ve never had two guys like this…ahhhh…before…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah, that’s nice, Darin…really nice.”

He pumped gently, in and out, with a steady, sensuous rhythm. Her body rolled to meet to the new toy she had between her legs…pushing him deeper.

“Oh fuck! You’re tight…yeah…yeah…yeah,” he moaned. “Your girlfriend’s smokin’ hot and fuckin’ tight…fuck…fuck yeah, that’s what I need!”

Encouraging him to go deeper, her legs wrapped tight around his ass and she squirmed to fuck him back.

When my hand reached down to find her clit, it was swollen, and waves of pleasure swept through her body. I kissed her, “That big dick’s fucking you…and it looks hot. Tonight, you got two dicks…and you’re getting two big loads…all that cum inside…all that hot…steamy cum.” I laughed, “You seem to like it…you gonna be okay?”

“Mmmmmm…better than okay, sweetie.”

“Let me raise your head a little, with a pillow…yeah, like that…that’s good.” I laid her head back and straddled her, while she coated my dick with spit. Feeling her moans flowing through my cock, filled my head with an electric pleasure and I started pumping her mouth. To steady her, I gripped her head with both hands and went at it.

We were crazy horny, playing out all our desires, especially Megan; she was getting plowed from both ends…and pleasured by two big cocks.

“Dude, she’s amazing right?”

Pulling at her hips, he pummeled her petite body. “Fuck yeah…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…fuck…fuck yeah!”

“My baby girl loves to fuck! Like watching you fuck’r…fucking that tight pussy.”

“But Megan, sweetie, it’s really hot to see you fuck him back.”

I could tell Darin was close; he was breathing and groaning hard. When his mouth opened wide with a pleasured scream, I moaned, “Yeah…fuck her…fuck her, dude! Pump her…pump her, deep…fill’r…fill’r with that cock…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…that’s it…fill’r with cock!”

After a couple minutes, he started cumming; I watched him pump harder and harder, till he just stopped. The money end stayed inside, while I watched his dick jump and pump hot seed into her. It must have been a huge load, considering how long his dick seemed to pulse.

“Uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…gonna cum…I’m cumming…cumming…cumming…uhhhh…uhhhh…cumming!”

I pulled out to uncork her moans, and out came loud groans, “Oh god…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…I want it…wanna feel the seed…wanna feel it pump into me. Mmmm…mmmm…that’s it…that’s it…cum…cum in me…cum in me!”

He kept pumping her, thrusting into the seed, till I took over. I grinned, “Let me add to it…top off that creampie!”

When he pulled out, I took his place; she was totally lubed, and I slipped in without the usual effort. Shoving through the tight little gap, my dick stretched her lips and slipped into the heat Darin left behind. My tongue met hers and I started fucking into his seed.

She wrapped her legs tight, pulled me deeper and moaned, “Oh god…give it to me…fuck me. Yeah, I’ve never had so much cock…oh god…so full…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…yeah! Ahhh…ahhhh…guys…this’s so perfect…a perfect threesome. I’m filled with cum…more…fuck me, more…fuck me! I love yer big dick…ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah…big…big fucking dick!”

I was determined to give her the perfect threesome experience that she needed. Thrusting with long, pounding, strokes, I wanted her to feel it deep in her belly…and battering her cervix. I wanted to satisfy my girlfriend…stretch her pussy…and fill her with more cum than she’d ever imagined.

“Yeah, love being fucked…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah…fuck that’s good. Threesome sex is fun…got two hot guys, tonight…ahhhh…ahhhh…mmmm…spread my legs for two hot guys. Mmmmm…Rob, I love having your dick…uhhhh…uhhhh…deep inside me.”

Darin was still recovering but couldn’t resist; he pushed back through her lips, held her head in place and started fucking. His big throbbing dick filled my sexy librarian’s mouth, gently taunting her gag reflex.

At this point, she was totally ready to get some well-deserved release and she went after her clit, rubbing with a renewed urgency. She started cumming while we both fucked into her body, Darin had her mouth and I had her pussy. Her body tightened, as waves of orgasm swept over her body.

He yanked his dick from her mouth and stroked his dick over her face. I slammed deep into her pussy and watched her eyes roll back while she moaned, “Ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…that’s…that’s…that’s good…like that…fuck me like that…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah…cumming…cumming…cumming!”

I couldn’t hold out any longer and stroked deep into her shuddering body. My balls were ripe, slapping into her ass and ready to blow. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming too…cumming too…fuckkkkkkkkkkk!” When I finally emptied my balls, her body was starting to relax; she was coming down from orgasm.

I kept fucking till I was completely spent; I pulled out and pushed my finger inside to tease out strands of shimmering seed; I traced her lips and soothed her puffy clit with the warmth of the seed. She breathed deeply and moaned with my gentle touch. “Baby girl, that’s quite the creampie.”

I realized Darin was still stroking his dick…it was hard to believe but I knew he must be feeling it…he was ready to cum again. It was small, but it spattered her face.

She ran a finger through it and licked it, “Mmmmm…that’s good!”

When she finally sat up, cum started trickling from the tiny gap…and down through her crack. She squealed and caught it before it hit the couch. I stuffed a t-shirt under her and grinned, “Got it baby girl!”

“God that was amazing. I can’t believe I did that…I can’t believe we did that. I just had a threesome! Rob…Darin…I just had a threesome!”

“And my favorite, a spit-roast,” Darin smiled.

She giggled, “And a spit-roast!”

I ran my fingers up through her pussy, tasted them and offered her the rest. “Here…taste that first threesome.”

My fingers were like a shiny trophy, proving that she achieved something special…she satisfied herself and two guys. She grinned from ear to ear, “Gladly,” licked my fingers and dipped her fingers into her creampie, for more. Bringing them up to her tongue, she licked them, “Mmmmm…sweetie, I really loved my first!”

“When I started going out with you, Rob, there’s been no room for my old boyfriend. You pushed him out of my head.” She hugged me, “But after what just happened, I hardly remember why we were ever together…you know?”

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When Benji finally got home, he found us hanging around the fireplace, opening another bottle of wine.

Very openly, Megan, and Benji started comparing notes. “Oh, Meg…I’m jealous…I love being in the middle like that; and you couldn’t get two better guys for a spit-roast.” I caught his glimmer of smile, “I think you know what I mean.”

“Oh, I do…my pussy’s chafed, but I wanna try it, again and again,” she grinned, “and again.”

“Let’s raise our glasses to that.”

“Oh yeah,” Darin smiled.

Megan took a sip and hugged me, “Oh yeah is right! Thanks baby…you’re the best!”

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I awoke to find her stroking my dick, while Darin was bringing coffee. He sat the carafe and mugs on the nightstand, looked at Megan and then me, “Well dude, you always bring the coffee, but this morning we’re taking care of you.

“Yeah, sweetie, we’re serving you breakfast in bed…but after we tend to your needs,” she smiled.

Say nothing further, they both went down on me, working my dick, back and forth then at the same time. Two mouths…two tongues…two pairs of lips, it was freaking amazing!

She smiled, “Can we make you scream with pleasure…or…ecstasy, this morning?”

“Yeah sweetie, you can…make me scream with ecstasy.”

I laid back groaning and smiling; I put a hand on each of my cock-sluts, sandwiching my dick between their lips. I watched them both slide up over the shaft, one on each side. “Shit! I can get used to this…yeah…work that dick…mmmm…yeah…yeah…yeah…that’s it!”

I reached for Megan’s breasts and felt hard nipple against my hand, as I grabbed hold. I pinched it, rolled it between my fingers, and she moaned.

“Dude, I need to be fucked, too,” Darin grinned

Without pause, Megan smiled and declared, “And I wanna watch…I haven’t got to see you fuck…I’ve never seen guys fuck before…another first!”

All he could think about was being fucked; he threw his leg over to straddle me, “Well, in that case…you just sit there and enjoy.”

He mounted my cock, sliding down the shaft and savoring every rock, hard inch. “Ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah…yeah, that’s it…mmmm!”

When he lifted his body up, all he wanted was to shove it all back in; immediately dropping his body back down to impale himself, he started to ride.

I muscled my hips up into his ass. “Yeah…yeah…dude, that’s fuckin’ hittin’ the spot…fuck! Keep fuckin me…yeah…yeah…fuck into my ride…yeah, fuck me…while I ride…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…keep fuckin me…keep fuckin me…keep fuckin me!”

I moaned, “Tell me what you need. You want it…you want this dick?”

First, he looked at me then over at Megan. “Yeah…yeah, I want it…want all that dick! I fuckin’ want you…want that big dick!”

“Mmmm…that’s what I like to hear…yeah…yeah…say it again for us. “

“I need your dick…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…I need that big dick…fuck me with yer dick…yeah…yeah…fuck me, hard…fuckin’ cum in me…fuckin’ cum in my ass! Rob…oh fuck, Rob…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…fuck me…fuck me…fuckkkk meeee!”

With both her hands pumping his dick, his ride grew more urgent. He slammed his ass down over me, till the pleasure overwhelmed him. His body jerked and moans filled the room, “Fuck…fuck yeah…yeah…yeah…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…cumming…fuck me…fuck me…want that dick…want…want all that dick! Rob…Rob…Rob…fuck it out…fuck it out of me…yeah…yeah!”

His big dick throbbed in her hands, and a thick, milky reward trickled over the head; it ran down over the shaft and through her fingers.

Things were building in my balls, too. I felt ecstasy stirring and they tightened, “Yeah…yeah…ride me…ride me…fuckin’ ride me…ride that dick…ride that dick…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…getting closer…closer!”

“Fuck…fuck dude! Ride it…ride that dick…ride me…uhhhh…uhhhh…yeah, ride it…cumming…cumming…cumming…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…I’m cumming…fuckin’ cumming!” My body shook with orgasm and my dick exploded, pumping cum into his belly.

“Fuck yeah…that’s it! Work it all out, dude…gimme every…every last drop…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…mmmmm…that’s it, give it all!” With pleasure coating his insides, he rode me through it. “Fuckin’ gimme that big dick…yeah…yeah…yeah…gimme that big load…gimme all that load…yeah…yeah! Yeah, love that big fucking dick…love it…uhhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh…love it!”

Megan moaned and wildly rubbed her clit, “Fuck that’s hot…so fuckin’ hot!”

She cupped Darin’s butt, and moaned, “I thought it would be hot…but that was freaking amazing…look how wet you guys got me…especially if you fuck me, too.”

When I looked into her eyes, “I think I can make that happen…you close? You gonna cum…cum hard for us?”

“Yeah…yeah…I need to cum…make me cum, Rob,” and I leaned closer till our lips met. She opened her mouth, encouraging my tongue. I probed her mouth deeper and slid my hands all over her sensuous curves. Eager for my attention, she pushed her breasts forward and my fingers circled her puffies.

She had her hands roaming my chest, exploring lean muscled flesh. “Baby, you’re getting hard, again…mmmm…sweetie, what would make you feel good…what can I do for you?”

I ached to have her nipples in my lips and when she felt my breath, she whimpered, “Oh god…baby…suck my tits…suck my tits…yeah…yeah…yeah!”

I flicked the nipples and licked tight circles around each puffy mound. My mouth enveloped a whole nipple and I think she moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear. The voyeurism and my tongue had her crazy horny; she thrust her fingers back inside, smearing the wetness over her pussy lips.

Still sucking her tits, I watched her spread wider and push into the moist folds. Enticing me with wet pussy, I traded the nipple for pussy-coated fingers; she covered my lips with juice and pressed a finger inside.

Inhaling the intoxicating aroma of yearning pussy, I went down on her, licking from top to bottom and poking my tongue through the slit…I fucked the slit with my tongue. Rubbing the exposed clit gently, I pressed my tongue into it and enveloped it with my lips. My tongue rolled over top, while I pumped with my fingers. I moved back to the slit, and probed deep, fucking with my tongue.

Her thighs tightened around me, her fingers dug deep into my hair and she squealed breathlessly, “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That’s it…right…right there…Rob…Rob!”

Darin watched from the sidelines for a few minutes, before he wanted back in; he cleaned me up with wipes and went at it again. Megan erupted with a sexy giggle when she saw him caress my hardon, “Mmm, I like watching you guys.”

He was stroking me at a satisfying pace, “Yeah…well, you’ll get no complaints from me!”

He ran his fingers over the head, and gripped the shaft around the base, resting against my balls. He wrapped his lips around the head, stroked the shaft and grinned, “You know, as much as I love this big dude…Megan, it’s your turn. I want you to feel his cum inside, too. We can compare notes later maybe?”

She smiled, “Deal…thank you, sweetie!”

“I’ll get things ready for ya!”

“Such a gentleman.”

He lubed the head, stroked some over the shaft and wedged the tip in her pussy. I grabbed hold and stroked the glistening hard-on. With some pride I thought to myself…yeah, I was ready to fuck my girlfriend, again…when ten, maybe fifteen, minutes earlier, I was balls deep and cumming in Darin. I figured I was in damn good shape.

“Thanks dude…you do good work,” grinning.

I rubbed the glans up and down the slit, while she shuddered, “Oh yeah, I wanna feel you inside, Rob…fill my pussy…fill me with that dick!”

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My Sex Life Ch. 26

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Chapter 26: Fun In The Sun

Back in the depths of what had been a particularly cold and miserable winter, Katie and I had decided to book a week in the sun to coincide with our Easter break. Having booked our holiday on a particularly snowy day in early February, I had been looking forward sunning myself on a beach or beside a pool, relaxing and, well taking advantage of any other ‘recreational’ activities that might present themselves. Even if Katie had become a one man woman since she’d been going out with Dan, that wasn’t going to stop me from ‘enjoying’ myself if the opportunity arose.

Of course, I hadn’t counted on the fact that by the time Katie and I jetted off, I would have a boyfriend too and, as far as other guys were concerned, we were both going to be on our best behaviour.

Of course, that ‘best behaviour’ clause only applied to other guys; it very specifically did not apply to what we got up to with each other. Naturally, Katie and I exploited that particular loophole at every opportunity.

On this particular occasion, Katie had decided to opt for a lazy lie in. In part, this was because we had been up quite late the night before and she didn’t actually have to get up but mostly, I suspect, it had more to do with her feeling just a teeny-weeny bit delicate on account of the amount we’d had to drink the previous evening.

Anyway, she was still sprawled out in bed and showing no sign of going anywhere anytime soon when, around 10am, I kissed her goodbye, gathered up my stuff and headed off to the pool.

It was less than a ten minute walk from our apartment to the pool. The sun was well up and it was already pretty hot. Despite there being a pretty large contingent of German holidaymakers at the resort, I didn’t have any trouble securing a sun-lounger. Stripping off quickly down to just my sun hat and almost indecently skimpy bikini bottoms, and stopping only to apply a generous covering of sun cream all over and dig my trashy novel out of my bag, I settled down to enjoy the sun.

The fact that I was behaving myself didn’t, however, prevent me from sizing up the talent on offer from beneath the rim of my hat and from behind the safety of my sunglasses. There were quite a number of guys (and a few girls) where, had things been different, I would have been quite up for finding some shady, out of the way spot and having my wicked way with them. Instead, I just had to content myself with my daydreams and the knowledge that Katie and I were more than capable of ‘amusing’ ourselves and each other. One thing was certain though, Gary wasn’t going to know what hit him when I got home. A week without cock is a bloody long time when you’re used to having it pretty much available on demand.

The morning passed pleasantly as I alternated between baking myself in the sun and cooling off in the Gaziantep Olgun Escort pool but, eventually, my stomach decided it needed some attention so I packed up my stuff and headed back to the apartment for some lunch.

Having stopped to pick up some bread and cheese on the way, I got back to find Katie sunning herself on the balcony. After a quick shower, I made up some sandwiches, got some nice cold water from the fridge, stripped off once more (this time down to just my hat and sunglasses) and made my way out to join her.

Our balcony was fairly private, so it made the ideal spot for eliminating any ‘white patches’. I suspect however, if someone really wanted to, they could have found a way of observing us. If anyone did manage that particular afternoon (or on any other number of occasions), they would definitely have got a treat.

There were, of course, a couple of very nice beaches nearby where nude sunbathing wasn’t just tolerated but seemed to be the norm; and we frequented them quite regularly during our stay. In the early afternoon, however, our balcony was at the perfect angle to catch the sun and was a lot more convenient. It also provided us with the opportunity to duck back inside to the shade if things got a little ‘too hot’ although, to be honest, mostly we didn’t care and that afternoon was one of those carefree occasions.

Having made short work of the sandwiches I’d prepared, it all started off with us rubbing suntan lotion on to each other. Of course, the trouble is, once Katie and I start exploring each other with our hands, we usually can’t stop and it’s only a matter of time until our mouths get involved in the action too. This time was, of course, no exception.

The sweat and the lotion made our bodies slick and the heat just made our bodies even more sensitive to the touch of each other’s hands.

Within seconds we were sharing a long, deep passionate kiss, our tongue dancing inside each other’s mouths, our hands gently caressing each other. After a few minutes, I began to kiss my way down her neck, nibbling gently as I went, until I found myself at her tits.

I let my tongue swirl all over their surface, occasionally eliciting a gasped, “Ooohh!” of pleasure from Katie as my tongue flicked over her nipples. As I sucked and licked Katie’s tits, my fingers found their way to her smooth pussy. She was warm and wet and I easily slid two fingers into her. “Ohhhh, Julie!” she moaned as I began to work them in and out, twisting them inside her, my thumb teasing her clit.

I worked a third finger into her pussy. Katie’s back arched up off the mat and, with a low moan of pleasure, she came, her pussy contracting, gripping my fingers tightly inside her.

I let her recover before beginning to kiss my way down over her abdomen. I moved between her legs and ran my tongue up the inside of her thighs. “Ohhhhh, mmmmmm!” she gasped as my tongue lightly grazed her moist, smooth lower lips and wormed its way between them.

The taste and scent of Katie’s juices was intoxicating as I began to feast on her pussy. Katie would whimper softly, her fingers in my hair, lightly pulling me against her as my tongue licked over her clit.

“Ohhhh, Julie,” she sighed as I worked my fingers inside her again, “That’s just soooo good!”

I continued to flick my tongue over her swollen bud, my fingers twisted inside her. The walls of Katie’s pussy flexed, gripping my fingers as her body began to tremble.

“Oh fuck! Oh yes! I’mmmmmm cummmmmming!” she moaned as her body began to shake ever more violently.

I didn’t stop. I kept licking and sucking. My tongue darting inside her; my fingers reaching up to tease her nipples as I fed her climax.

Katie’s body shook harder and harder. Her moans became deeper and longer. Her breathing became increasingly laboured as she came again and again, her sweet juices flooding into my mouth.

Still I continued, wanting to give Katie as much pleasure as she could endure. “Yessssss! Oh, fuck! Yesssss!” she screamed as her climax climbed to new heights.

The heat of the sun and the intensity of her climax drained the energy from her body. “No more! Ohhhhh, please, no more!” she begged me at last, weakly, unable to endure any more.

Reluctantly, I did as I was asked and moved up to lie beside her, enfolding her in my arms, feeling her heart pound in her chest. She thanked me with a dreamily contented smile and I kissed her, tenderly, lingeringly on the lips then just held her, gently caressing her as she slow regained control of her body.

After a few minutes, Katie kissed me and whispered, “Your turn.” She kissed me again. This time it quickly increased in passion, her hands roving all over me as her tongue explored my mouth.

She began to move down, kissing and nibbling my neck until she came to my tits. “Mmmmmm, that’s nice,” I murmured as she began to lick and suck on my nipples.

She caressed my inner thigh with one hand as her mouth worked on my tits. The heat of the sun on my naked body added to my arousal. I tensed and lazily opened my legs slightly as her fingers worked towards their target.

“Oooh, yessss!” I moaned as her fingers slipped between my moist lower lips. Katie slid her finger into my pussy and my muscles contracted to grip it tightly. She pulled it out and then used it to tease my nipples, coating me with my own juices. “Ohhhhhh, mmmmmmm,” I moaned again as she moved her mouth to suck my essence from my nipple.

The finger of her other hand was now in my pussy and she was soon repeating the process on the other side.

Over and over, knowing how much I loved it, Katie’s finger dipped into my hot wet hole then spread my juices over my tits, only to have her mouth lick and suck them clean. The feelings were deliciously dirty and I soon found myself on the brink of an orgasm. “Yesssssss!” I sighed as my body shook when her fingers brushed lightly over my clit. “Yes! Oh yesssss!” I breathed as I surrendered myself to the sensations.

“Nice?” asked Katie softly.

“Mmm, nice,” was all I could muster in reply.

Katie removed her fingers from my pussy, giving me the chance to recover and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips. Hungry for more I lifted her hand to my mouth and sucked her fingers between my lips, savouring the rich taste of my arousal.

Without any further delay Katie was kneeling in front of me. I wriggled my bum forward so that I could lie down comfortably. Her tongue pushed between my moist lower lips and licked the length of my slit.

As always, Katie’s tongue was soft and my body shuddered in response to its touch. She flicked her tongue lightly over my clit, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through me. “Ohhhh, mmmmm!” I moaned in appreciation as she delicately sucked my labia into her mouth.

My hands stroked over my tits as Katie’s tongue darted in and out of my pussy. My nipples were stiff and I teased them between my fingers as Katie’s tongue hungrily explored my pussy.

I felt my body begin to tingle as my arousal rose even higher. “Yes,” I sighed, “Oh that feels so good.” Katie sucked my clit between her lips and flicked her tongue over he tip. My body responded and I began to feel the first stirrings of my impending climax. “Oh yes! Don’t stop!” I moaned as Katie’s tongue lapped up and down between my lower lips, tracing its path from my hot, wet hole to my clit and back again.

My body began to shake. Squeezing my tits together as Katie’s tongue fanned the flames of my passion higher, I bit my lip and let the pressure grow. My body screamed for release as Katie’s mouth relentlessly drove me closer and closer to my orgasm.

Finally, I could hold off no longer. “Mmmmoooh!!” I moaned as my back arched, lifting my bum off the mat. I clutched Katie’s head pushing her mouth even more firmly against my throbbing clit as the walls of my pussy contracted sending violent spasms through my womb. My head lashed from side to side as my climax held me in its grasp.

Katie’s tongue still flicked over my clit but now her touch was lighter, slower, more tender as she endeavoured to hold me at boiling point.

“No more! No more!” I gasped finally. Smiling, Katie reached out to me.

We lay there in the sun for about half an hour before deciding to cool off with a dip in the pool. After that, we both headed off to one of those beaches I mentioned earlier and spent the rest of the afternoon either baking in the sun, or splashing about in the sea.

All in all, it was a particularly pleasant way to spend a morning and afternoon.

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Hot Tub Trio Ch. 05

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I have categorized this as “Group Sex” since I believe that fits better overall than “Gay Male”.

In Part One Vince and Chad pleasure Amy, though there is some contact between the two men. In Part Two Vince relates his first time with a another guy. Be forewarned that section is all MM action.

Overall this chapter has a darker tone.

*****

Part One

Vince rolled onto his left side, punching the pillow into a tight ball to support his head. He pulled a corner of the blanket over his shoulders. He could see the red glow of the cable box reflected in the glass patio door. He squinted and reversed the digits in his head not believing it was only a few minutes past ten. The day felt like it had lasted a week. Or perhaps it was only the memories that lasted a week. He cherished his memories of Ann though they often left him feeling adrift. Adrift in, what was the line, “above a raging sea”, that was it. He wasn’t above it; he was in it. He was a good swimmer but when his strength gave out he knew what he hoped his last thoughts would be.

He slept, not well, but he slept. He dreamed of Ann but everything was jumbled. She skipped through his dreams seemingly at random. He dream of her in places he had never taken her. He dreamed of others in memories that belonged only to Ann. In the final dream of the night he dreamt of her in the tearoom, the one back in Fraser Hall, where he use to stand just watching all those years ago.

She leaned against a wall. He knelt, naked, on the cold tile floor in front of her. She pulled her skirt up and he buried his face between her legs. Aroused she was always amazingly wet but when she came in his mouth this time it was too much, a torrent. He couldn’t keep up with her. He felt liquid run from his mouth. He couldn’t breathe. He tried to pulls his mouth away but couldn’t. The harder he pulled the more his mouth filled with hot fluid. He swallowed convulsively but could not swallow fast enough. Hot liquid spewed from his mouth and splashed onto his chest.

He put his hands on the wall behind her and shoved with all his strength. Anne’s arms were around his shoulders, holding him tight. She was suffocating him. His mouth was full. Unable to hold his breath any longer he inhaled. His throat filled with liquid and he began to choke. His vision funneled down to a tiny point of light and he heard the ocean roaring in his ears. He had time to wonder how he could hear the ocean in Kansas before the invisible cord that bound him to her snapped. He pitched onto his back, head striking the tile floor. The single pinpoint of light that had filled his vision exploded into shooting stars, white and black that corkscrewed across his eyes.

The dream Vince drew in a shuddery breath and began to cough. His mouth tasted of cum, cum and something else, something metallic. He shook his head, struggling to clear his vision. Ann was no longer standing in front of him. She stood to one side, staring. Her eyes were wide but the shine was gone. Her beautiful face was marred by a sick half smile of horror. Her hand hovered motionless half way to her mouth. In her other hand she held the simple bouquet of daisies and Queen Anne’s lace she had carried down the aisle on their wedding day. She was clad in the simple white dress she had chosen to wear the day she had wed him. The front of the dress was spattered with red.

He stared, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. His chest hurt. He remembered she had bit him in her passion but that made no sense. That had happened long before they married and there had been no blood. He pushed himself up onto his elbows. Something dripped from his mouth and landed on his chest. He touched the spot with the fingers of his right hand and then held them to his face. They were smeared with red. He looked down at his chest. His left nipple was gone. Where it should have been a ragged hole pulsed with blood, shockingly red in the harsh glare of the men’s room’s lights. Red, red running down to puddle in his navel, red running off his sides, there was red everywhere. It was too much, impossible for it to be blood. But it was blood.

He sat up. Staring again at the red fingers of his right hand, he wiped his lips and chin with his left. He did not want to look at his left hand but this was a dream and though he screamed to himself not to look; he looked. Red. His mouth was full of blood. He tried to stand but his feet kept slipping from underneath him. He was sitting in a widening pool of blood, deep enough that it almost covered Ann’s bare feet. But it was his cock not the blood that fixed his gaze.

His cock was huge. It reached as high as his chest and was as big around as a softball bat. It was hard, hard and throbbing. As he stared an orgasm tore through his body without warning. He ejaculated and the ejaculate was blood, hot blood, scalding blood that spattered his chest and face etching splotches of searing pain.

He pawed at his face, trying to rid himself of the fire. When his vision Gaziantep Evi Olan Escort cleared he saw the figure of a man, leaning against the wall where Ann had stood. Vince recognized him and shuddered. Ann did not appear to see the man or in any case her face remained turned toward Vince.

The man was naked. He shouldn’t have been. When Vince had sucked him off the man had simply pulled his erection from his pants, offering it to Vince framed in pleated wool and a brass zipper. He was naked now. His hands were clutched between his legs and blood dripped from between his fingers.

His dick lay on the tiled floor at his feet, just his dick, no balls. The base was jagged, gnawed. Vince put a hand to his mouth. Impossibly, the dick was still hard, just as impossibly it continued to eject streamer after streamer of cum that latticed the blood on the floor with white.

Vince’s hands and feet slipped and splashed in the blood as he scrambled backward on his ass to get away from the mutilated figure. The man mocked him with a smirk. His back thudded against something hard that toppled and fell with a crash.

Vince tore his eyes from the bleeding man and looked at the floor beside him. The tile was gone. He sat on bland featureless carpet, carpet designed to quiet the step without drawing attention. An easel lay there, under a spray of flowers bedecked with a ribbon he could not read. He jerked his head to the other side. A satiny red hued casket sat atop a catafalque surround by flowers.

Behind him a voice spoke. It was the voice of his old bitch of a landlady.

“Yes, it is all so sad, so awfully sad. You heard what happened?”

The words were spoken in a tone that made it clear that the old bitch would tell her tale regardless of her listener’s answer. A pause. A whispered answer he could not decipher. Then the old bitch spoke again.

“Oh no, that wasn’t it at all. No, her husband killed her.”

–

Vince jerked away from the hand on his shoulder, swinging wildly. He heard a soft cry of surprise. He scrambled backward until his back slammed into the media cabinet. It rocked, threatening to toppled over on top of him. The pain in his shoulder woke him but it took a moment to recognize where he was and who the woman was that stood staring at him, looking half worried and half afraid. It clicked as Chad came rushing in from the bedroom, his hard-on flopping from thigh to thigh, looking ridiculous as hard-ons do when viewed objectively.

Chad did not look concerned or frightened, merely alert. “What’s going on?”

Vince’s mouth was dry and his heart was still pounding in his chest. He made no effort to answer.

“I got up to pee,” he heard Amy’s shaky voice begin. “I didn’t know where I was at first. You,” she nodded her head toward Chad, “were asleep. With a boner.” Unbelievably she paused to chuckle. “That brought everything back. Then I heard someone in the living room. I figured it had to be Vince but he didn’t sound right. It was more of a groan than a voice. When I went to see what was up, he was on the floor all twisted up in a blanket. It was obvious he was having a nightmare. I tried to wake him up. I called his name but not very loud. I didn’t want to wake you.” She gave Chad a sidelong glance then turned to look at Vince.

“When I shook you, you stopped and opened your eyes. You looked like you were awake. You even talked to me. Then you started jerking around and slammed into the TV stand.”

As she spoke her face fell in on itself and assumed a look of both fear and concern. Seeing it Vince’s mind snapped back to his dream. Amy’s face wore an identical expression as the dream Ann’s.

Vince licked his lips and managed to speak. His voice sounded old, old and creaky as if his jaws and tongue needed lubrication.

“Bad dream. Really bad dream.” He shook his head and his voice was steadier when he spoke again. “I didn’t hurt did I?

Amy shook her head. Chad stood behind her, one hand on her shoulder.

Vince nodded. “Good. I’m sorry if I scared you. I don’t usually have nightmares but that one was a doozy.” He ran his hands through his hair, then rolled to his feet and stood. He needed to steady himself with one hand on the media cabinet and he felt a flash of shame at showing his age to these two irritatingly young and resilient lovers. He shooed them away with one hand, which made him look far older than being a little woozy when he stood.

“You two go back to bed. I’m going to get a drink. I’m fine.”

Chad started to turn but Amy looked at Vince. “You sleeping on the floor? Why?” She glanced at the couch and her eyes widened at the giant dark spot on the center cushion. Once more, somewhat inappropriately, she giggled.

“Oh I see.” She looked back at Vince. When she spoke Vince could only stare in surprise. Her voice was her own but the tone was that of Ann’s old “no more goofing around it is time for business” tone. It was unnerving.

“You aren’t sleeping on the floor. It’s a king size bed. There’s room for three or we can head back to our place.”

Vince looked at the clock on the cable box, quarter till one in the morning, and shrugged.

“Anyone else want a drink?”

They all did but Amy ran to pee first. Vince didn’t hear her wash her hands. After the places he had had his mouth he decided it was pretty much a moot point. He poured three glasses of cold water from the pitcher he kept in the fridge. He downed his and poured another. The cold water washed the dream’s residual taste of terror out of his mouth. He knew he would not be able to forget the dream but he has happy to let it settle to the back of his mind.

He held up the pitcher by way of an offer but Amy and Chad both declined. Vince hated waking up to dirty dishes. While they looked on in amusement he put the glasses in the dishwasher and quickly scraped away the dried out cheese and stale crackers into the trash and added the plate as well. Satisfied he clicked off the light, checked the front door bolt and elected to leave the patio door open. A quotidian bedtime routine if one ignored the naked young lovers who followed him into his bedroom.

He passed the bed and went to the double sink. He picked up his toothbrush, waved at them and asked, “anyone else, I have extras?” He did, a half a dozen. His toothbrush purchases were something of a joke at the small grocery where he shopped.

Amy and Chad glanced at each other then moved toward him. Amy saluted him.

“I feel like I’m back in camp. Yes sir, counselor Vince sir, I will brush my teeth before lights out sir.” She giggled.

Vince was inclined to be irritated, wondering if that was a crack about his age but his irritation was lost when Chad spoke.

“Hey Am my love, uh did you let any of the camp counselors eat your pussy before they sent you off to brush your teeth?” His voice was as level as if he’d asked her to pass the ketchup but his mouth was twisted in a wicked grin.

Amy eyed him coolly. “Actually Mr. Smartypants one of them did eat my pussy but I wasn’t a camper. I was the activity director and before we brushed our teeth I ate her pussy too. It was my first 69.”

As she spoke Vince was opening up two toothbrushes. She took one, wet it, squirted a line of toothpaste and began to brush. She stopped, and with a foamy mouth added. “We finger fucked each other in the shower after we brush.” She rinsed and spat. “Thought you might like to know that as well.”

Now it was her face that wore the wicked grin as she sashayed over to the bed. Vince gave Chad a questioning look but Chad only shrugged and began to brush his teeth.

Vince rinsed his mouth and turned toward the bed, sure he’d be unable to sleep. He had left his pillow in the living room and went to retrieve it. When he picked it up it was wet with his sweat. The dream threatened to rush back into his head. All that blood. He pushed the memory aside.

Amy was in the middle. Chad was on his back and Amy was lying on her side, her breasts pushed up against her fiancé’s side and using his arm for a pillow. Her hand played across his chest and belly. Vince was not usually a fan of men who shaved but he had to admit Chad looked good with just the small close cropped rectangle above his cock, a lovely uncut cock that was coming back to attention, whether because of Vince’s stare or Amy’s fingers or both was unknowable, even to Chad.

Vince crawled in on the other side of Amy, hugging the edge of the bed, praying he wouldn’t fart in his sleep then deciding the only reasonable prayer was one that asked that the two lovers be asleep before he farted in his sleep. That wish was at least theoretically possible.

He mumbled a good night, turned off the light and tried to find the driest part of his pillow for his head. Behind him he heard a faint “ppfftt” followed by Amy’s giggles.

He felt the bed bounce as Chad jostled her. “Jesus Amy what the hell?”

“Hey, “she snapped back between bleats of laugher. “You should thank me for breaking the ice, like you two won’t be firing away soon enough.”

“Just like camp,” Vince thought to himself. “Finger fucking, pussy eating and bed farts.”

He wasn’t upset. He was relieved. The silliness, the juvenile sleep over feel of the whole situation helped him banish the memory of his dream.

–

None of them could sleep. Vince listened for the telltale deepening and slowing of their respirations but that never came. He wasn’t sure how long he laid there, long enough for the hand under his head to fall asleep even if its owner could not. He rolled onto his other side.

The moon had passed beyond the building but the light from the pool shone through the open window. There was enough light to see that Amy was still nestled against Chad’s side. The sheet was only pulled up to their knees. Chad’s erection bobbed unheeded.

Amy’s bikini bottom left a small pale triangle on her tanned ass. The triangle glowed in the dark. It was bisected by her shadowed butt crack. He remember how her ass had looked between his hands, how it felt and tasted on his tongue. He also remembered that of the three of them, he had not gotten off.

His cock remembered that fact as well and began to lengthen and roll up the leg it rested against.

He thought about reaching out and touching her ass, letting his fingers tease her crack open. He would be so gentle she’d not even wake. He would jerk off, letting the head of his cock brush against her and then blow a load all over her back and ass. He could picture it in his head, the way some of his cum would be mostly liquid and run off her back, while the thicker globs of white would linger for a time, grow softer until they too begin to flow across her soft skin. He’d rub his softening cock in his jizz, spreading it over her back. Chad would be watching. Chad would be hard. Chad would roll Amy on her stomach and begin to lick Vince’s cum off her back, the same as Vince had licked Chad’s load off her tits earlier. Chad would lick and Chad would be hard. And while Chad licked Vince would suck his cock.

His mind full of cum dripping asses and hard dicks, Vince began to stroke his own, now fully tumescent, cock. He had barely begun when Amy twisted her head around to look at him.

“Vince, what are you doing?” She whispered.

Chad rolled onto his side and looked over Amy. “Yeah Vince what are you doing?’

“To be honest, thinking about jerking off on Amy’s hot little tush.”

“Oh really,” she purred. “What makes you think I want you jerking off on my hot little tush? Thanks by the way.” She wiggled her butt at him as she spoke.

“Oh, I wouldn’t actually have done it. I would have rolled away when I was ready to cum.”

She rolled over to face him. They were both looking at him, Amy face resting in her hand and Chad propped up on one arm looking over her shoulder.

“Are you saying my ass isn’t good enough for you to cum on?”

“Not at all,” Vince replied with a shake, still slowly stroking his erection. “Like I said it is a hot little ass. In my experience some women feel belittled when men cum on them. I view the act as a testament to their ability to make me crazy with desire but not every woman agrees with me on that. So, in the absence of clear consent or a clear request, I err on the side of caution.”

She nodded. “Fair enough. Do you really want to cum on my ass?”

Fortune. Bold.

“No, I’d rather cum in your ass but cumming on it would be hot as well.”

Amy frowned, then rolled to look up at her fiancé before looking back at Vince.

“I’ve never done that, anal I mean. We’ve talked about it, while we’re fucking we talk about it anyway. I mean if you moaning ‘I want to fuck your tight little ass Amy’ counts as talking.” She rolled her eyes but Vince doubted Chad could see that. “Afterward we just let it dropped. I’m not sure I’d like it.”

“Maybe not,” Vince answered with a shrug.

“I’m afraid it will hurt,” she paused then added softer, “or that it will be all dirty and gross afterward.”

Vince stopped playing with his dick and scooted up to sit against the headboard. “If you’ve never done it then it isn’t something we should try tonight, assuming we try anything more tonight. You have to take your time, work up to it slowly; if you do that it shouldn’t hurt. Some women like it. I like it.”

Amy snorted. “Oh well okay, you like it, that makes it okay then, you and every other man in the world.”

Vince saw Chad’s grin and resisted the urge to smile back at him.

“That’s not what I meant.” Amy looked at him then her eyes widened in comprehension. She turned to look at Chad.

“Do you like that? I mean not do you like doing it but getting it up your butt?”

Chad’s smile faded but he slowly nodded.

“What the fuck,” Amy whispered shaking her head. “I don’t get it. Why would a guy like that? Jesus.”

Vince laid his hand on the top of her head. “Liking that doesn’t make you gay. Plenty of straight guys like having their prostates massaged. Some people believe a woman’s g spot is basically the same as a prostate only miniaturized. If having your g spot stimulated feels good why shouldn’t a guy like having his prostate stimulated?”

Amy glared at him. “Because I can stimulate my g spot inside my pussy. You have to shove something up your ass to stimulate your prostrate. And my pussy is full of poo. It’s not natural.”

Vince suppressed his natural urge to correct her pronunciation, prostate not prostrate, one’s a gland the other is a posture of submission. He had no comment on the use of the word “poo”.

He chuckled at her but gently making it clear he wasn’t laughing at her. “Not natural? Define natural but don’t give me that old ‘you can’t make a baby that way’ nonsense. You can’t make a baby by having my tongue buried in your twat either, or by deep throating your fiancé’s trouser snake. You do those things because they feel good and because most of us get off on making our partners feel good. I would argue trying to make others feel good is natural enough.”

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Brunette

Natasha and Len were devastated when they got the news. The police officer had come to their door when Len was at work, so it was Natasha who took the blow first. She almost fainted and the officer had to help her into the lounge and on to the settee.

Her son Chris had crashed his car into a tree and the car had then bounced down an embankment.

“He’s alive,” said the officer, “But I’m afraid he’s rather badly injured. He’s in intensive care at the Royal City Hospital. Would you like me to take you there?”

Natasha accepted his offer but before leaving rang Len at work. Struggling to maintain a composed voice she simply said that Chris had had an accident in his car and was in hospital. When Len asked for details Natasha fended off his questions. She thought it better not to alarm Len too much, otherwise if he drove from work to the hospital knowing how bad things were, he might himself end up having an accident.

The police officer drove Natasha to the hospital where she was shortly joined by Len at Chris’ bedside in the intensive care ward.

Chris was still unconscious and the doctor told them they still had to investigate the full extent of his injuries. He tried to sound positive, but it became clear that he suspected the injuries to be severe.

From that day on there were seemingly endless tests and investigations. Chris came round and when he could speak said to his parents, “It’s strange, but I don’t seem to be able to feel anything from the neck down.”

Finally, after months of treatment, it was clear that Chris was now quadriplegic. Some sensation was restored to his fingers, but that was all. Chris was now faced with a lifetime of heavy dependence on other people.

One aspect of his condition had both positive and negative side. His brain was as alert as ever, and that was positive, but because of his unimpaired brain activity, he could recall what he had been before the accident, and this tormented him.

Chris had been one of those boys who seemed to have it all. Highly intelligent, a scintillating personality, popular with the girls, several of whom had surrendered their virginity to him, excellent at sport, in short, an outstanding achiever all round with a great future ahead of him. Now it had all come crashing down.

When Chris was finally told about his prognosis, he at first seemed to take it well, speaking philosophically about all the people in the world who suffered from similar problems, but this didn’t last. One day he announced to Natasha that he wanted to die, but no one would help him to die.

“I’m so bloody helpless,” he lamented, “I can’t even commit suicide.”

Natasha and Len shared his anguish and felt helpless in the face of it. This pain was increased when after months of being in hospital, they were faced with the choice of where Chris was to end up.

The choices came down to two possibilities. One was for Chris to be taken in to an auxiliary unit of the hospital that cared for what they called, “Totally incapacitated people”, or for Chris to come home.

They agonised over these choices, especially as they dearly wanted him to come home, but doubted their ability to care for him properly. On investigated they learned that the State Government provided some financial help for people in their situation, and this included having experts come into their house to set it up and equip it with what would be needed. In addition, a nurse would visit daily to help in the care of Chris.

Armed with all the information they could muster about the auxiliary unit and the possibility of his coming home, they put the situation to Chris. Without hesitation he opted for home.

So their house went through a storm of modifications to prepare it for Chris’ arrival.

Having some sensation in his hands Chris was able to use a somewhat sophisticated wheel chair with a joy stick that responded to his touch. Both Natasha and Len, but especially Natasha since she would be the principle carer, were given a course of training in what to do physically in the handling of Chris, and also some insights into dealing with his moods.

On the day of his arrival Chris arrived home in an ambulance and was carried in to his bedroom now laid out to allow for the manoeuvring of his wheelchair, as were other parts of the house, including the bathroom.

At first Chris seemed to come out of the depression that seemed to be constantly with him. He began to make plans for the future, announcing that he thought he could take a university course by correspondence and it would be great to have his parents and old friends around him again.

Sadly, and with the best will in the world, the old friends did call in at first, but most Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort of them fell away. It was just too much bother to spend time visiting a cripple when the world was calling them. Gradually Chris descended into the gloom again.

Natasha’s devotion to her son was absolute. The nurse came in daily to help wash Chris and check on his condition, but it was left mainly to Natasha to deal with his other needs and wants. Len helped where he could, but as he was the main financial support, he was more limited in the time he could give.

One aspect of Chris’ condition oddly, had not been discussed by either the doctors or the people who had instructed them; Chris’ sexuality.

There seems to be a view that people like Chris no longer had sexual needs, or if they did, they ought not to. Whether or not he ought to, it became clear to Natasha that Chris did have sexual needs. This was evidenced when helping the nurse to move Chris from his bed to the wheel chair, and when changing the bed sheets, it was obvious that Chris was having seminal emissions.

The nurse, maintaining her professional stance, made no comment. It was only when Natasha quizzed her about it that she said, covering her embarrassment with a stern visage, “Oh yes, poor things, they still have sexual feelings,” and left it at that.

Natasha, herself having a very insistent libido, and still young enough to understand the sexual pressures of youth, was troubled by the lack of fulfilment Chris must be suffering. This, she felt, would be especially painful for her son since he would still be able to recall that girls who had once been so free with their bodies, but who now came nowhere near him.

The situation became even more poignant when during the times Natasha gave Chris a bit of a clean up, he would start to get erections. Self-conscious by his unbidden arousal, he went so far as to apologise to her saying, “Sorry mum, it’s about the only thing that still seems to work properly.”

Natasha tried to smooth over his embarrassment saying rather lamely, “It’s all right, darling, it’s perfectly natural,” and nothing more was said, but the erections continued whenever she had reason to touch his body and especially his genitals.

She thought she would let Chris managed with the wash the nurse gave him, but soon realised that Chris did need to be given a further if less thorough washes at least a couple of times a day in addition. The emission of semen and the erections began to trouble her, and she discussed it with Len.

He too realised that for Chris to undergo a lifetime of sexual deprivation was painful for the boy, but he could come up with no solutions.

They discussed the possibility of hiring a prostitute to come in and service Chris once a week, or perhaps he could be taken to a brothel to gain some relief, but when the idea was put to Chris he rejected it, saying he wasn’t going put his “cock in some slut’s cunt” that had probably had half dozen other cocks in it that day.

So the matter rested for a while, with the involuntary emissions and the erections continuing.

While Chris could use his hands in a very limited way, he was unable to use his arms. When he was manoeuvred into his wheel char his hands had to be lifter up to the control joystick. So at one stage Natasha thought she might lift Chris’ hands to his penis so that he could masturbate. On consideration she decided against this because the control of his hands was so limited he might end up achieving nothing and being more frustrated than ever.

It was one afternoon when she was giving Chris a brief wash and he produced a clearly throbbing erection with viscous discharge oozing out of his urethra, that Natasha took the plunge. At the risk of disgusting her son she very tentatively took hold of his penis and began to fondle it with her hand, waiting to see what reaction she would get.

She could see why the girls had been so forthcoming with their favours in the days before his accident; Chris had a fine display of manhood, and letting her fingers drift over his testicles she could feel the pressure of his stored up frustration.

Chris groaned as she fondled him; “Oh mum…mum…you don’t know…”

“I do darling,” she said softly, “is it all right if I help you?”

“Oh mum, would you…please…?”

Natasha took hold of his foreskin and began to move it with ever increasing speed over his crown.

Chris began to groan and quickly sperm fountained out of him in a massive ejection that was followed by seemingly endless surges. When the last drops had seeped out of him he sighed and said, “That was so good, mum…thank you…thank you…”

Natasha cleaned up the semen that had splattered widely over his body and her hand, and as she did said, “I’ll do that for you every day darling, if you want me to.”

“Oh yes, mum, please.”

So it became a daily event in Natasha’s life to masturbate Chris. Rather than risk an argument or even a row, she said nothing to Len, and certainly Chris told him nothing of her activity with him.

One thing that Natasha discovered was that if she was to keep Chris fully satisfied, she needed to masturbate him twice and sometimes three times a day. This intimate involvement with her son, however, began to have an unlooked for effect on Natasha.

The sheer anguish and delight her son experienced from her touch and masturbating began to arouse her. Several times she nearly orgasmed as Chris spurted out his semen, and herself a very passionate woman, she lusted for him to put that seed into her.

She had always had a very strong bond with Chris, and his dependence on her and his need for her ministrations drew her even closer to him. It was a deep love she felt, and although it gave her times of guilt, she had to acknowledge that it was a love even deeper than she felt for Len.

To add to her difficulties, it became clear that Chris’ arousal was not for some abstract figure, but was focused specifically on her. Her own son wanted her and she had reached the point where she urgently wanted him.

Now, as she masturbated him she felt the wetness between her thighs and the hardening of her nipples. She knew she had to either stop the masturbating or give her body to Chris.

It was no longer a question of Chris getting an erection when she washed or touched him; her very presence seemed to arouse him and he would ask her to masturbate him. Confused as to what she should do, one day she began to masturbate him, but then on the spur of the moment, and almost before she realised what she was doing, she took the crown of his penis into her mouth.

Chris cried out, “Oh mum…mum…” and almost instantly discharged into her mouth. Natasha swallowed hard but the juice ran out of the corners of her mouth and down his till pumping shaft to ooze over his groin.

When he had finished they were both in a mess, and Natasha fled to the bathroom to wash her mouth out, to return with a bowl water and wash cloth to clean Chris.

Chris watched her with something like fire in his eyes and said, “That was a beautiful thing to do, mum.”

As Natasha washed Chris’ penis and groin he began to get another erection. Natasha, almost stretched to the breaking point of her self-restraint, yielded. She tore off her clothes and sitting across Chris she inserted his penis into her vagina.

When he penetrated her Chris moaned aloud a wordless cry. As she worked up and down on his shaft Natasha panted with ecstasy; not only was it the feel of a full manhood in her, but that manhood was her son’s, her beloved son.

She should have done this before; should have given him her body in compassion, but now she was not only giving, but taking. She wanted him, oh God how she wanted him; wanted him as she had never wanted a man before.

She thrust up and down on him making him cry out ever more loudly, and she herself was soon weeping as an excruciating orgasm took control of her. She had no will to do anything but continue to move and let her climax torment her as it wished, for it seemed both part of her yet at the same time a selfish self-wiledl power that was beyond her command.

She felt sperm shooting in to her, striving for her womb, seeking to fertilise. All the primeval force of the desire to procreate seemed to take her in its grasp, and she thrust down to dig Chris ever more deeply into her.

At the very pinnacle of her delicious agony she gave a wailing outcry and then began the gasping climb down from the heights.

With the last convulsion she drooped over Chris, tears coursing down her cheeks, her breathing laboured.

Chris had finished well before she had completed the cycle of her orgasm and lay replete staring at her as his penis slackened within her seed filled vagina.

It might have been expected that words would be spoken, but both were silent, almost incredulous that this had happened between them.

Natasha disengaged herself from Chris and softly kissing him on the lips, departed once more for the bathroom, there to regretfully remove his sperm. When she returned to the bedroom it was to once more wash Chris’ genitals, and she gently cleansed them he said, “I love you mother.” “I know you do, darling,” she breathed.

Her thoughts ran on; “He is all mine. It’s as if he is my baby again, and I can give or withhold. He is utterly dependent on me to give my body to him, or deny it. But as when he was a baby I gave my breast to him in love, so I shall give my body now in love. I fed him long ago with my milk to sate his hunger; I shall feed him now for another hunger.”

And hungry he was. It seemed that the more he had of Natasha the more he wanted. He never asked her to copulate with him, but Natasha took her cue from his erections. There were limits set by his incapacity to the positions they could adopt, the only viable one if he was to penetrate her was when she sat across him.

She still occasionally masturbated him and often gave him oral sex, but the one other thing that was distinctly possible she had never sought to do, until one day it was asked for by Chris.

Natasha was sitting across Chris slowly sliding her vulva back and forth over his shaft, delaying penetration. Chris said, “Mum, I love your smell.”

“What smell is that, darling?” Natasha asked a little disconcerted that she might be suffering from body odour.

“Your sex smell,” he said. “You know, when you’re all wet and sexy.”

“You mean my vaginal smell?”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t think it was all that noticeable, darling.”

“It is when you’re all worked up like now.”

“And you like it?”

“I love it.”

Natasha was somewhat relieved because she knew that a lot of men disliked vaginal odour.

“Mum,” Chris went on, “Would you let me taste you?”

“You mean you want me to put my…?”

“If it’s okay with you, mum.”

“But darling, I’m soaking wet with lubricant.”

“Good, that’s what I want.”

Len after Natasha had asked him to give her oral sex had always been an anti female odour and taste fanatic. To have her son actually ask to be allowed to do it was to work Natasha up to an even higher pitch of excitement.

“I’ll just let you do it for a minute, darling, because you might not like it.”

She moved up and positioned her sex organ over Chris’ mouth, and gently lowered it to touch his lips. She felt his tongue move over her outer lips, and as this continued she placed her fingers on the lips and parted them to let the tongue lick her inner lips and penetrate her vagina.

She knew that Chris must have been getting soaked because she could feel her fluid discharge increasing, so she withdrew from him.

Chris’ face was certainly soaked, but he pleaded, “Please mum, don’t go away.”

“You like it?” she asked.

“Love it,” he said. “You smell and taste fantastic.”

She lowered herself on to him again, but after a while moved so that his tongue was licking her clitoris.

The shockwaves came and she clutched his head to her crying out, “Darling…darling…oh my love…”as she lubricated even more copiously.”

She could not see his penis but suddenly he started to make muffled sounds like, “Mmm…mmm…mmm…” She knew he must be ejaculating inspired by the sheer joy he was getting from the oral sex he was giving her.

When they had finished she said, “Was it that good, darling?”

He didn’t answer her directly but said, “You will let me do that to you again, won’t you?”

“Of course, my love, any time you want, but it couldn’t have been very satisfactory, ejaculating like that.”

“It just happened,” he said, “I guess I was so worked up tasting and smelling you.”

“I’ve made a terrible mess of you,” Natasha laughed. “I suppose I ought to clean it up. With that she bent and kissed him and then began licking her own fluids from his face. “If he likes my taste, perhaps I might.” She did.

This process brought on another erection and having branched out, as it were, she decided on another adventure with him. She let her breasts swing over his erect shaft and then lowering them she squeezed them against his length.

As best she could she moved him up and down in her breasts and after a few minutes of this stimulation, it worked. His warm sperm shot out between her breasts, the viscous fluid dripping back onto his lower belly and groin as he groaned with delight.

That seemed to leave Chris temporarily satisfied, but just as he now seemed to be unable to get enough of Natasha, she could not get enough of him. She was now servicing two men, and still she could have taken more. With Len it was a couple of times a week; with Chris at least every day and often twice a day or more.

It is correctly said that the only one hundred percent method of contraception is total abstinence from sex. Certainly in Natasha’s case the contraceptive pill she used let her down. She became pregnant.

As I write she is six months into her pregnancy and doesn’t know whose little spermatozoon battled through her defences to fertilise her egg. She never intends to find out, but hopes it might be Chris, so that he could have yet another thing he never thought he would be able to achieve.

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Babes

“It’s going to be one of those days again,” thought Neil to himself as he watched the steam rise from the Landy’s bonnet. It seemed like one of the tailbacks from a metropolis, but a herd of scrawny cattle in the back-roads of northern Mocambique could stop traffic just as well, and he was stuck in it with a crew-member at the airport, and a charter-yacht in pieces. And a serious deluge of rain just made things worse. And muddy.

He cursed and lit a cigarette.

Looking over at his briefcase on the seat next to him, he turned over his diary and hunted out the page which had been faxed to him. His prospective crewmember sounded like an average twenty-something traveler, but the faxed copy of her passport showed nothing but a black smudge for a photograph. Neil’s thoughts turned to the truculent nogoodsonofabitch pile of spares the owner called an engine, and he wondered if his new crew- Ros, wasn’t it- had brought the replacement part from down south.

He drove into the airport. It was really just a corrugated-iron shed with political posters peeling from it which dated back to the bush war. The rain was still bucketing down and the airfield looked dismal, and as he strode into the office with the hand-written sign saying “Transit Longue” on it, he scanned the passengers who were waiting there. A few locals looked at him, and the Immigration official pointed a bony hand at the young woman in the corner. Ros looked up at Neil, and she stood up, nodding to the official as she bent over for her bag.

“So you’re the skipper? Hi, I’m Ros. This is what you’ve been waiting for, I think.” She said, offering a hand with a box in it.

“Shit- sorry! Let me get your bag. I’m Neil. Nice to meet you!” he said, taking her duffel and the box of spares from her. “You don’t look anything like the splodge they faxed me- look!”

Ros was wearing a Mount Gay baseball cap with a pair of sunglasses over the bill, and a pair of khaki combat trousers under a heavy ocean racing jacket with a boat’s name and logos all over it. Neil showed her the fax that he’d received.

“Gee, that’s a nice picture! Do I really look like a splodge? Well this is me,” she said and took off her cap and shook her hair loose. Her dark chestnut hair was long, cut just below her shoulders, and it was wildly curly with sun-kissed highlights. She smiled.

They walked out of the shed and over to the Land Rover. Neil put her bag over his shoulder and hurried round to the passenger door and opened it with a flourish for Ros.

She giggled.

“Welcome aboard our luxury airport shuttle,” said Neil.

Ros made a mock curtsey and swung herself up into the cab.

“Scuse me- I gotta get this thing off,” she said as she removed her heavy jacket. “I got this thing on a delivery a few months ago, but it’s bloody hot.”

Neil smiled and looked over at her as he climbed in. “She really is quite pretty,” he thought as he started the old Landy.

He glanced at Ros again as they turned onto the rutted road back down to the beach. She was tall- about 5’10”, he guessed, and very slim. Her white t-shirt was snug-fitting, and he couldn’t help but notice how nice Ros’s small breasts, unfettered by any underwear, looked. They bumped and lurched their way down a sand road and soon arrived at the clearing next to the owner’s beach-house.

“Well, there’s home.” said Neil, as they looked out over the mud-flats at the 58′ catamaran idly roosting, perched on the sand. “She’s a tip at the moment- I’ve got the starboard engine in pieces, but I’ll put your present in and close her up. We’ll be good to go by this afternoon.”

Ros gaped at the boat. “Let’s get going,” she said, and started unzipping the bottoms of her trousers. Neil watched her long bronzed legs emerge from the functional trousers.

“You must have seen these before,” said Ros as she caught his stare.

“What? Long legs like those? No!” Neil laughed.

“No, man, my trousers! Let’s go! Am I going to be safe on this boat alone with you?” she asked with a giggle.

Neil felt his fat cock stirring in his jeans, and took the opportunity to get out of the Landy. He grabbed Ros’s bag and the box and slammed the door. As she stepped out of her door and bumped it shut she was donning her jacket. She lifted her arms and Neil caught a glimpse of her flat golden tummy as her shirt rode up. His dick stiffened noticeably. It was going to be difficult working with a woman like this.

Neil and Ros walked out over the weed-covered mud-flat, with the rain hissing down around them.

The big catamaran looked like a condominium sitting on the mud, and Neil lifted the luggage aboard. He hiked himself up and reached down for Ros’s hand.

“Put your foot there,” he said.

“Okay- hup!” he called as he pulled Ros onto the swim-deck.

“She’s huge!” gasped Ros, looking round.

She took off her jacket and dumped it over her bag on a seat. Her t-shirt front was soaked through, and her little pink nipples showed clearly Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort through the rain-soaked material. They had hardened into tight little points, and her skin was full of goose-bumps. “Shees, I’m cold from this rain,” she said.

Neil opened the big sliding door into the saloon, and stepped inside.

“Come inside and get warm. Cuppa coffee?” he asked, trying to hide his sizeable erection behind the box of spares. “I need to get some dry kit on. Kettle’s over there,” he pointed.

Neil sat down on his bunk and pulled his jeans and rugby-jersey off. He thought for a moment. In actual fact, they were supposed to share a cabin- after all, the owner had requested a couple as crew, but Neil had just been abandoned by his long-time girlfriend- so he called back to her: “You can sleep anywhere you like, but you have to share my pit when we have guests. You okay with that? It’s a twin cabin, so if you don’t snore, you’re safe. I drown snorers!”

The very suggestion of being close to Ros excited his cock, as though it had a mind of its own. Neil tried to ignore it as it stiffened and grew.

He grabbed a towel and dried his dark wavy hair. His thick, semi-erect penis stuck awkwardly down the front of his briefs, and he tucked it below the waistband. He was just about to grab some trousers from the locker when Ros put her head round the door. She had a towel round her breasts that just covered her butt, and Neil could smell her perfume.

“Hi. Where’s my bunk?” Ros asked him. “Shit- I’m sorry- I thought you were, um, uh…”

Her voice trailed off and she blushed furiously. Her nose wasn’t quite snub, but it had a sprinkle of freckles, and the skin on her breasts and shoulders was honey-gold, which contrasted with her blue-green eyes. She had seen his erection, and was furiously embarrassed.

“Don’t worry- you can take the bottom bunk,” Neil gestured at the three-quarter bunk. “I’m coming up now.”

Ros eased her way into the small cabin and put her bag next to Neil. She rooted through her duffel and fished out some shorts and a tank top.

“Don’t worry- you’ve got a much bigger chest than me!” she joked as she turned her back. She pulled the shorts up under the towel, and then, with her back turned, shrugged her way into her very tight tank-top. She whipped the towel aside and turned round. Neil just stared. Her hard little nipples were still showing through the tank-top, and she smiled.

“It’s okay- I’ve grown up with three brothers- I’ve seen it all,” she said, glancing down and making Neil aware of his throbbing erection. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, but I think you’re really cute. The agent in Johannesburg told me all about you, but she didn’t tell me you were so good looking.”

Neil had spent two years racing professionally, but having rowed and sailed for his University for five years, he had built on an already impressive physique. Now he had shoulders like a T-bone steak and the torso of a fitness-magazine cover model. It was Ros’s turn to stare as he stood up. He pulled on a pair of chino shorts and a black polo shirt, and picked up his wet towel. As he bent over he could feel Ros looking at him. “Screw professionalism,” he thought to himself “this girl’s gonna mess with my mind.”

“Listen, Ros- about that coffee- could you bring it into the starboard engine-room. I’d really like some help, and you can keep me company. It’s not that bad- I’ll be about an hour, then we can chat. I’ll make dinner tonight.” he said as he ducked out of the cabin.

As he wiped the grease off his hands and looked up, Ros was staring at him through the access hatch, holding their empty coffee mugs. “It’s stopped raining, and it is so beautiful outside. Let’s have some cheese and wine before dinner,” she suggested, “and have dinner later when it’s dark. I’ve never seen the archipelago before.”

“Tell you what,” said Neil. “I’ll go and grab a couple of bugs (crayfish) from the fishermen for dinner and you go get settled in. Okay?”

Ros disappeared down the passage and Neil watched her long legs and butt disappear into the cabin as he absently closed his toolbox. He climbed out of the engine bay and followed her. She was bending over her bag as he stepped into the cabin, and Neil put his hands on her hips to step round her.

“Sorry- I need some shoes,” he said, reaching into the locker for his slops (beach sandals). Ros stood up and turned round: “I didn’t mean to embarrass you earlier, but you’re quite cute when you blush!”

She started blushing again.

“See ya now,” he said as he left.

The sun was just setting as Neil stood up in the dinghy. The tide had come in while he worked on the engine, and Ros took the line from him and made it fast. He plonked two huge crayfish and a plastic packet of tiger prawns down on the step and climbed out of the boat and up the stairs. He turned to Ros. “Thanks- you look beautiful, by the way!”

She’d changed into a thin cotton broderieanglaise frock and her hair was loosely tied up.

“I thought I’d look decent for dinner. What do we usually do for guests?” she asked.

“Well, you look great- usually I do porno-print t-shirts and baggies- that’s my thing, or if I really want to slum it I wear a kikoyi (East African sarong worn like a bath-sheet).”

“Okay- do the kikoyi thing tonight. I’ll see you now,” said Ros.

Neil came out into the cockpit. Ros had turned off the lights and now the saloon and cockpit were lit with a constellation of little tea-lights in vases. She had set out some South African wine in a cooler, and the sun had set, bathing the entire bay in amber light. She poured a pair glasses and topped them with ice. Neil stepped out onto the aft deck, bare chested, with a dark ochre kikoyi wrapped round his midriff. Ros took a moment to stare. “Cheers,” she said as she placed a glass of wine in his hand.

The whole issue of dinner could go on hold now, he thought, his thoughts racing in ever tighter circles round his crew/hostess and her lean body. Normally he would be making precise mental notes about the sky and looking at the barometer on his watch. Now he pretended to scan the sky. Ros walked up behind him and looked out over the bay.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been flirting with you,” she said as she looked at the fishing-boats on the beach. You just weren’t anything like I imagined- I mean I took this job to get over Sean. He ran off with a waitress from Cape Town, and I have a house, car and two dogs to play mummy to. I didn’t want to get involved, so I looked for a skipper who was single. I thought you’d either be gay or have issues, so I played up for you. I had a hard think about it while you were gone and I thought I’d better apologise.”

“No worries. I think you’re very sexy, but I don’t know if I should get involved wi-“

He came to a sudden stop as Ros put a hand round his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. She kissed him passionately. Her lips were soft and full, and her tongue darted into his mouth mischievously. He kissed her back forcefully, and Ros softened in his arms. Neil put his hand across her lithe back and hugged her to him. She ground her pelvis into his and he could feel her groin pressing into his heavy, swollen cock. It seemed like forever that they kissed, but it ended as Ros buried her face in his chest and sobbed.

“What you crying for?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, but you just make me feel so good. You really turned me on this afternoon when I burst in on you, and I saw how turned on you were. I just can’t help feeling that we could be good together. I’ve been wet for you since we walked out over the sandbank, and I wanted you all the time while you fitted that tappet.” she blurted out. “I thought I’d seduce you tonight and you’ve had my hormones going all afternoon. While you were gone I got off just thinking about you and me!”

Neil was taken aback by her bluntness, and he leaned back against the bulwark of the cockpit. He pulled Ros close and ran his fingers through her hair as he cuddled her close. “Come over here. I want to talk to you,” he said in his quiet voice.

She moved closer and they stood side beside each other in silence. He put his arm around her and she cuddled closer and sipped her wine. He put his other arm round her and pulled close to her. He could smell Ros’s hair and he locked his hands together on her flat tummy. Neil’s engorged cock was pressing up against her butt and she ground against it. One hand lifted his hand onto her breast and Neil felt her nipple like a small pebble. He brushed it with his fingertips. He bent over and kissed her ear.

“Aaahh”, she breathed. “That’s bad magic, that.”

He could feel goose-bumps rising on her skin, and he ran his tongue down the crease behind her jaw.

“Touch me,” came Ros’s voice, with a tremor.

Neil traced his index finger round her areola and slid his other hand over her mound. Through the thin cotton he could feel her bush as a narrow stripe like velvet nap, and he cupped her mound with his large hand. Ros opened her legs slightly and reached round for his cock.

“Mmmmh,” she murmered as her slim fingers found the shaft of it. “I want to touch you.”

She turned around and hiked up onto the bulwark of the cockpit. She opened her legs and pulled Neil closer in, her one hand reaching through the folds of his kikoyi for his cock.

“Uh-uh, uh-uh,” Neil chided her quickly and stepped back. “You saw mine now I wanna see yours!” With that he untied the ties on the shoulders of her white cotton dress and pulled it down to her waist. Her little breasts were firm and tanned, almost boyish, with tiny hard nipples aching to be touched. He bent over and ran his tongue-tip over her other little nipple, which was puckered and pink. Ros’s hand reached for his cock again.

“Ey!” and Neil smacked it away jokingly. His balls were beginning to tingle and he could feel the pre-cum oozing down the shaft.

Neil cupped a breast in his open mouth and sucked on it firmly. Ros squirmed, so he lifted her like a baby and swung the two of them onto the sun-bed on the stern. He knelt down and gently deposited her on the soft white Connolly leather.

Neil stood up and removed his kikoyi and Ros pulled her dress up over her head. She re-tied her hair higher, demurely looking aside, then she reclined herself like a Roman statue. Neil admired the feast before him like a pauper. Ros’s slim body looked lissome and cat-like as she gestured for him to lie beside her.

“Touch me, please,” she begged.

Neil stroked his hands down her body as he kissed her throat and shoulders. He placed his hand on her mound and felt the familiar heat through the velvety fur. Her hair had been cut clipper-short and his fingers slid easily between her pouting pussy-lips. In the candle-light he watched her face carried away with relief.

“Now you c’n touch me,” he said as Ros looked into his face.

Her hands reached down for his big erection and she gasped.

“Fuck- it’s huge!” she exclaimed.

He squeezed and it flopped up off his leg. The pre-cum oozed out of it and Ros wiped a little with her finger, tasting it like syrup. She rocked over onto her side and cocked her leg up. “Don’t stop,” she said as Neil probed with two fingers. He explored her folds and creases deep inside and out.

Ros tried to close her hand round his cock but her fingers wouldn’t meet. She held it like an expensive, fragile toy and pulled the skin back with her other hand. She held it tight at the base and looked at the tracery of thick veins on its surface. It was slightly curved like some sort of meaty tusk, and its head was perfectly heart-shaped. “I don’t know if you’ll fit inside me,” she said as she stroked the crease up the front of the head, harvesting the pre-cum like nectar. His cock flinched involuntarily with each stroke, and she turned her attention to his big balls. They were heavy and very full, and she massaged them with her fingertips, watching them move in her fingers. She turned on him.

“My turn now, you tease!” she said, and she kissed him again, gently.

The kisses moved down to his nipples, then to his flat stomach, then to his hip-bones and his groin. Ros’s hand moved up and down his shaft and her other hand massaged where his balls met his body, milking them and preparing them.

“Ros, please-“

“I don’t like blow-jobs,” she said, as she kissed the inside of his thighs, “but I want to taste you,” she finished, and sucked the head of his dripping cock clean. “and now I want to ride the magic pony!”

She straddled his cock and ground her clit against it. Neil could feel the wetness against his shaft, and he reached up for her nipples.

“Stop that- it’s just wanton,” he joked. He lowered her onto her back and sat up. Ros held his head in her hands as he tried to go down on her.

“Please, no. I’ve never been done this before,” she half pleaded.

“Sssh,” said Neil, and he kissed her hip-bones.

He lay between her legs and smelt her musky wetness. He licked her hair and ran his tongue delicately over her folds and lips. He sucked on her inner lips, feeling them with his mouth, and he could taste Ros’s juices pouring out of her. As he inserted his tongue, she grabbed his head and pressed it into herself. “Yessss,” she managed to say between her teeth as she ground her mound into his mouth. “Fuck me NOW!”

Neil stopped licking and kissing, and pushed himself to his knees. His cock, heavy and distended, flopped around on his lap.

“Lie down. I want to be on top.” said Ros. “How big is that thing, for the record?”

“I dunno- about nine inches?” answered Neil “Is it too big?”

Ros shook her head and squatted over him, holding her wet lips apart with two fingers. She pulled his foreskin back and steadied Neil’s enormous penis in her entrance with the other. Her dripping pussy-lips spread over the big head, and Neil watched as Ros tried to accommodate him. She pushed herself over the head, and felt it go past the first muscles.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” said Neil. “stop there.”

“No, I want it all!” Ros grunted, and she tried to take more. Neil could feel his cock-head easing her open. She shuddered and with a soft rush, her slim body engulfed most of his length. Ros grimaced as she bent forward. Neil kissed her tenderly as Ros began squirming around on his thick cock. He pushed upwards.

“No- that’s too deep,” Ros whispered. “put your hands round it”

Neil locked his rod in his hand and Ros ground her clit against his thumb. Slowly she pushed down until his hand was flat, and ground against the back of his hand.

The grinding slowed, and Neil sensed she was about to come. He pulled his hand out and grabbed her tiny butt with two hands, forcing her clit against his base. Neil licked at first one hard nipple then the other. He nibbled them between his teeth and chewed them lightly. As he pulled her little butt hard to him, she started erupting. He could feel her pussy spasming, as if it was choking on his great penis. Neil held Ros close to him as the waves subsided.

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Her Arches are to Die For

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I had a neighbor whose name was Sheila. Her, my mom Buretta, and aunt Debra were 62 years old.

They were foxy petite women. 5 feet tall, 160 lbs, 44 jjj-30-68 measurements. But best feature of all was there high arched feet.

I lived in a suburban neighborhood. We were African American and i loved my neighbor. On a nice summer day, she’d come out in just a bra and tight boy shorts. The image was irresistible.

Her glistening dark skin, beautiful heavy juggs, tight waist, huge round fleshy hips swaying in the breeze. To top it off was her nice barefoot dangle.

She was the very reason i would get up in the early morning. As the dun rose, she would garden, didnt mind getting her feet dirty. I’d twist my neck for the sight her dirty feet.

Those deep, wrinkled soles scrunching upwards towards me. Mom and aunt were doing the same thing. They were the delicacies of the eyes. I would take pictures of their arches. Draw them, and masturbate just before going to work. They didn’t know about this as it was my secret stash like a porno mag.

Mom was a secretary at a therapy office. Debra was an IMF or caseworker. And my neighbor Sheila, was a college teacher of English. Best of all, Gaziantep Escort Numaraları i was the psychologist at mom’s work. I actually loved my job. I got to help others. I saw many women of color with high arched feet.

They dangled their feet on high heel mules, sandals, loafers, flats, and low heel wedges. Being Summer, they were sweaty, which meant their feet stank and dripped wet once their feet could breathe. I had to pretend to not notice. These were normally middle aged women who were widows, got dumped, treated badly, were insecure and other issues.

This was why i felt like the happiest man alive. Sheila just moved in two months ago the neighborhood welcomed her gladly, including I. We were very friendly people. But many didn’t know the secret we kept. My mom and aunt were dominatrixes.

Their jobs may seem mundane, but dominating me at home was the perfect balance in their lives. They were the bosses of me at home and at work. But kept it professional. No one even noticed. They kept their work life, separate from their sex or home life. And I was totally submissive to their tastes. I needed them and they needed me.

They knew I was a slave to their arches. But my neighbor didn’t know I was also a slave to hers as well. All i knew was that she was friendly. And my matriarchs let her take me to work each weekday. I think she really loved a younger man such as myself. I was just 22. And on the way to work we talked so much and got to know each other. That was when she displayed her arches on the dashboard and made me hard without her knowledge. After the Summer was over, she even started to rub my leg.

She even wanted me to rub her feet just before i got out the car. Things got steamy. With body like hers, how could i turn her down. I gave her foot rubs each work day. Then one day, she felt my cock in stead of my leg.

“Oh!” She exclaimed. I was rock hard. This was when she drove me to her house.

In front of her garage, she was curious. She proceeded to unzip me. Then pull down my boxers. We were already in her house before this happened.

Once my member had breathing room, she wondered what made me so hard.

She just kept staring in awe. “Your high arched feet make me hard. I love the shape, the curves, the beauty of the sex appeal behind it. It is like the forbidden fruit. Yet, it is so irresistible to the eyes. Once i become stiff, i am horny for so long. Fantasizing of what I could do with your feet afterwards. Wanting to keep the image of your arches in my mind, i masturbate to the desires i have about them. Thinking about them.” I explained.

“Wow, you must really love arches, your cock is bouncing because of my foot dangle?” She asked.

“Yes!” I replied.

“You fantasize about my arches ever since i moved in?” She asked.

“Yes.”

“Ive never met a foot man before. Let alone one into arches. Im so old. But i have always wanted a man to rub my feet. I didn’t know my feet could make a man so hard. Am i that so desirable? So sexy? ” She asked.

“Oh yes, Sheila. I’ve wanted you since you moved in. Your plus sized thick body, and high arches make you pure dynamite. You’ve always been my type of woman!” I said.

“Thank you!” She replied. “You’re welcome.” I said.

Then at that moment, she kneeled. Lowered her head and started to wrap her mouth around my stiff member. We eventually had sex that night. It’s been continuing for months. We became so happy, mom’s minister led our wedding and had mom’s blessings. Although i moved into Sheila’s house, I was still controlled by mom and aunt. They were still my bosses. And visited whenever they wanted.

But Sheila’s arches were now a dream come true.

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If You Could Do It Again… Ch. 01-02

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Hi all, this is an edited version of the first part to my story. Just wanted to get all the mistakes out! Thanks to Juls and Nomoretears for their support and technical help on this one! 🙂 As always, Vote and Comment!

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Paul sighed and stared out over the water. The Hudson River rushed by him as he stood on the back porch of his friends Todd and Eric’s house. Remnants of the party blew about with the gusty fall air so that napkins and party hats floated on the wind with crisp, dried leaves. The early evening sun shone down on him, but was starting to get too weak to fight off the New York autumn cold. He lifted a hand to his mouth and took a drag of his cigarette. He heard the glass door slide open and shut behind him. It would be Todd, he thought.

“Those things’ll kill ya.” Todd said.

“There are worse ways to go.”

“Not many. Eric’s aunt had emphysema and toward the end she could barely breathe even on oxygen.” Todd came to stand next to him. “Scary shit, man. Nothing I’d want to go through.”

“Don’t forget we get to pay ten bucks a pack for the privilege.” Paul said and took another drag.

“I’ve always said you were a smart guy, Paul, but so stupid about some things.”

“Hey, I can’t be perfect. It would put too much strain on the rest of you little people.”

“That reminds me, I’ve also always said you’re a bit of an asshole.” Todd said with a grin.

“Thanks, sweetheart. Just for that I’m taking you out of my will.”

“You’d never do that.” Todd said, confidently.

“Oh no? Why not?”

“Cause you have no one else to leave it to. Course, I’m sure the government would appreciate fourteen million dollars.” Todd chuckled.

“Sixteen.”

“Sixteen what?”

“Sixteen million dollars.” Paul said and no longer felt a single emotion at the statement. Not happiness in acquiring the money, or even the satisfaction that he was more financially solvent than most states in the union. It was just a statement of fact.

“Wasn’t it just fourteen not too long ago?”

“It was, but there was a payoff with an investment that I had entirely forgotten about. Some land I bought in El Salvador years ago, thinking for some stupid reason that it would be a nice place to retire to. Apparently there’s oil on a neighboring tract of land and the only way to get large machinery into the area to get to the oil is to go through my land. Thus, I have more money now than I did then. Whoppdie fucking do.”

“Hey, if making more money is making you miserable you can always let me share your burden.”

“Every time I offer you money, you refuse.”

“Well, I figure every multimillionaire needs at least two friends that don’t use him for money.”

“One, you and Eric are my only friends and two, that’s bullshit. You love your life. You love your husband, you love paying bills and bitching about the small stuff. Your house is a home, while my house is a show place. That’s why you don’t want the money. That’s why if I die first, you will tuck away a couple million so you don’t have to worry too much but donate the rest to charity.”

“Bet you can’t guess what charity we’ve decided on.” Todd asked with a smirk.

“The Alzheimer’s one.” Paul said simply and was rewarded by seeing Todd’s smirk disappear.

“How did you know?”

“Because every time that commercial comes on with the woman who talks about what it’s like to start forgetting stuff, you get all weepy.”

“It’s weird how well you know me.”

“We did date.”

“For six months and that was nineteen years ago.” Todd said.

“Nineteen? Really?” Paul said, aghast and disgusted.

“Yeah. I dated you and then I met Eric and we’ll be celebrating eighteen years this coming July.”

“Jesus. I thought it was only ten.”

“Yeah, no. It’s nineteen. We’re getting old, kiddo.”

“Apparently.” Paul said, gesturing toward the party favors. “You didn’t have to do that, by the way.”

“Course I did, it’s October 10. It’s not every day that someone turns fifty and you can’t turn fifty without a party.”

“I don’t think anyone should have to turn fifty if they don’t want to.” Paul sighed again.

“Well, you’ve got enough money to try and turn back the hands of time.”

“I only have sixteen million. I somehow think that it wouldn’t be enough.”

The door opened and closed again. Paul knew it was Eric and watched with a small twinge of jealousy the way Todd turned to his lover and brightened.

“Hey babe.” Todd said and they wrapped their arms around each other.

“What are you guys talking about out here?”

“Time.” Paul said. “Money.” Todd said at the same time.

“Interesting conversation.” Eric observed. “What brought that on?”

“Oh I was just feeling old.” Paul said.

“Bullshit. You were feeling lonely and you’re only just realizing that you have no one to share your life or your large…. fortune with.” Todd contradicted.

“Lonely? I’m not lonely.”

“I may not be as old as you are, Paul but I am Gaziantep Escort Numaraları a psychiatrist. I know loneliness when I see it.”

“You’re four years younger than I am, Todd. Not exactly a spring chicken yourself.”

“That’s true, but I’ll always be four years younger than you are so my statement stands. Both of them actually. You are one of the loneliest people I know and my heart breaks for you.”

“I’m not saying I’m lonely, but even if I were, there’s nothing I could do about it. I’m too old to go to the bars again, too young to go on a gay cruise for seniors. I don’t feel like going through the humiliation of blind dates and too disinterested in being a sugar daddy. So that basically leaves me where I am. Alone.” Paul took another cigarette from his pack and lit it.

“See? Lonely.”

“Alone is not lonely. Alone just means that there’s no one with you, lonely means you’re pissed that no one’s with you.”

“He’s right, honey.” Eric said.

“Shut up, baby.” Todd frowned.

“No, he’s right. That’s what alone and lonely means.”

“Thank you, Eric.” Paul nodded as if he’d won the argument.

“But he’s wrong about which one he is. He’s alone and lonely.”

“Thank you, Eric.” Todd smiled as if he’d won the argument.

“Oh fuck you both. Queers in relationships are as bad as breeders. They all think the world should be in one.”

“Not the world. There are a lot of people I wish weren’t in a relationship. But there are a few people I think need one desperately and you’re at the top of my list.” Todd said and turned to Eric still had his arms around him. “Wouldn’t you agree, baby?”

“I would. You really need to find someone, Paul. I’d hate to see you all bitter sitting on your money like it’s the only thing worth living for.”

“Do I do that now?” Paul was genuinely hurt. “Do I sit on my money? I give to charities that I think deserve it, I give to friends when they’re down on their luck. I enjoy my money. I took us all to Puerto Rico last Christmas. We had a blast.”

“We did.” Eric agreed fervently. “That was awesome!”

“Start thinking about where you’d like to go this year. I was thinking somewhere in Asia. Sri Lanka, maybe or Thailand.” Paul suggested.

“Oh babe, he’s gonna take us to Thailand!” Eric said, his eyes bright with childish excitement.

“Eric, we’re not talking about vacations!” Todd admonished. “But I’d rather go to China.” He said on a side note. “We’re talking about Paul living his life without anyone and trying to fill the void with money.”

“Well, we could just not talk about it at all.” Paul said and looked back out over the river.

“Paul, there’s no one you know that you’re interested in?”

“No.”

“What about dating sites?” Eric suggested.

“Please! They’re worse than bars.”

“What about people you used to know?” Todd asked.

“Well, there is this guy that I knew once but he’s taken.” Paul grinned at his ex boyfriend who was still wrapped in his lovers arms. Todd grinned back.

“Yeah, right. We were never serious. Our relationship was always friendly.”

“I remember some times when it wasn’t so `friendly’.”

“Hey! I’m standing right here.” Eric said without true heat. He’d never had a problem that Paul and Todd had once dated but that didn’t mean he wanted to hear too much about it.

“What about Dylan?” Todd said and Paul’s face fell.

“Who?” Paul hadn’t thought of Dylan in a very long time, but when the name was mentioned Paul knew exactly who Todd was talking about.

“Don’t give me that shit. You know who I’m talking about.”

“Who’s Dylan?” Eric asked.

“Yeah, Paul. Who’s Dylan?” Todd asked in a voice which suggested he knew.

“Dylan’s a memory. Someone I knew from my past who is better left there.” Paul angrily flicked the last of his cigarette over the railing and desperately wished he could light another one without showing the stress he felt from the conversation.

“Dylan is the voice in the back of Paul’s head that whispers shit when he starts getting close to someone.” Todd answered sagely.

“Dylan is not the reason I’m alone, Todd.”

“No, Paul. You’re the reason you’re alone.”

“How do you know about Dylan?” Paul asked.

“I found some letters you wrote to him once. They had never been mailed.”

“You went through my stuff?!” Paul yelled.

“Yeah, like nineteen years ago when we were dating. I’m sorry. Get over it. Now tell us about Dylan.” Todd ordered and Paul sighed again.

“He was a boy I grew up with back in Denniston.”

“Where the hell is Denniston?” Eric asked.

“It’s no where. It was wiped away in some floods in the early eighties. The town’s completely demolished and no one’s rebuilt it for good reason.”

“Ok, where was Denniston?”

“Upstate New York.”

“I never knew that.” Todd said, amazed that he had never known where his ex boyfriend had been from. “I thought you were from Westchester or the city or something.”

“Yeah, I moved there when I was nineteen so I just thought it was easier to let people think I came from there.” Paul said feeling uncomfortable speaking about his history that he had tried to hard to bury.

“Why?” Todd asked.

“To say Denniston was rural would be kind and to say that my family were the trailer trash of said rural community would be a flat out lie. We didn’t even have a trailer. We lived in a shack that was tucked up into the hills. We didn’t own it, but whoever did didn’t bother to kick us out so we stayed. Or squatted rather. You can imagine why I wouldn’t want to share that with people.”

“So you came from…. humble beginnings.” Todd had thought hard to find a nice way to describe Paul’s early years. “So what?”

“Dylan was my best, first and only friend. He was also my first love.”

“He didn’t love you back?” Todd asked.

“I don’t know. I never told him.”

“Why not?” Eric asked.

“Dylan was from the richest family in our area which isn’t saying a lot. But I was from the poorest. He was out of my reach so I never told him.” Paul admitted.

“If you could do it again, would you? Would you tell him that you loved him?” Todd asked.

“Yeah, probably.”

Paul drove home and watched the automatic gates that led to his house swing open. He parked his B.M.W. in front of the garage and walked up the steps to his front door. All the lights in the house were off and as he stepped inside the silence reminded him that, despite some plants he was the only living thing in the house. He put his coat in the closet and went to the living room to watch some t.v. before bed. He was feeling rather tired and knew it wouldn’t be long before he headed up stairs. Three hours later, he was staring at the television still unable to make himself retire for the night. He wondered what was keeping him up and could only describe it as a vague feeling of anxiety. Like he was supposed to do something that he hadn’t, or that he wanted to do something but he wouldn’t.

Paul shut the television off and went to his office to check some emails and give a quick look over his portfolio. He hoped that would do the trick and bore him enough to help him sleep. It was either that or warm milk and being lactose intolerant, that wasn’t an option. The emails popped up on the screen and he read them thoroughly but they didn’t seem to tire him, neither did going over his investments. He shut down his computer with disgust and leaned back in his chair. He looked about the office in the dim light of his Tiffany desk lamp and his gaze was caught by something set on his wall of bookcases.

`That’s why I can’t sleep.’ Paul thought. `Mother fucker.’

Paul stood and headed over to take a small wooden box that had sat untouched among his books since he had moved in. It wasn’t covered with dust thanks to his cleaning service, but he knew that it hadn’t been opened in years, or at least since Todd had rifled through it nineteen years ago. Paul couldn’t remember the last time he had gone through that box. It opened with a creak and Paul brought the letters out.

They were yellowed with age and a few had stains from before he had placed them in the box to protect them. Paul took the first one and unfolded it. The penmanship was atrocious, the spelling was even worse. Even though he had been eighteen and nineteen when he had written them, his schooling had been so poor that he had had to take remedial classes for two years before being at college level.

Deer Dilan, Yu havnt bin arownd much latly sinse yur wurkin at yur dads shop. I miss yu. I dont no y I have thees feelings but I do no that I love yu. I bet my pa and ma wud beet the livin shit outta me if they new I did. I wish yu were heer with me.

In another one he had written:

Deer Dilan, I saw yu the other day swimin down at bakers pond. I wantid to talk to yu but yu was with yur frends and I no they dont like me. They think Im trash but I no yu dont. Yu dont treet me that way. Its won of the reesons I love yu. That and yur butiful too!

In yet another, Paul noticed the penmanship had improved as did the spelling. He knew it was written after he had moved to New York and was enrolled in the program for disadvantaged kids who needed help to prepare for either vocational school or college.

Dear Dylan, I heard from your sister that you got into Duke just like you wanted to. I think that’s great! I’m so prowd of you. I wish I could tell you in person but I don’t think I’ll be able to get to North Carolina anytime soon. I don’t think it’s a good idea if we see each other anyway. I’m not even in college yet, just this class for stupid people. I know that I’m not even going to send these letters. I justwanted to tell you how I feel and this is the best way I can even though you’re never going to see them. Maybe someday when I’m rich and famous I’ll find you and tell you. I still love you. I will always love you. Paul

By the time he had finished the fourteen letters, Paul had tears in his eyes. They splashed on the paper leaving wet spots and smearing the old ink. He chuckled at himself and shook his head at the wealth of emotions still in his heart after all that time. He had been cursed to find his one true love at such an early age and to have that love reject him. Paul realized that everything he had done in his life from that moment on had been for Dylan. Todd’s question came back to him, `If you could do it again, would you?’.

“Yes.” Paul answered out loud. He suddenly felt tired and emotionally drained. He went upstairs and undressed before laying in his bed. It was a large bed, more than enough for two people much less just one, and it had never felt so big or so empty. His large bedroom echoed the sound of the small fan he used for white noise to help him sleep. He turned off the light which stood on his end table, closed his eyes and was soon asleep.

Paul woke to the absence of the fan he slept with, sounds of birds chirping and the feel of sweat running down his face. His room felt like it was two hundred degrees. `Shit,’ he thought. `The power must have gone out during the night. But the generator should have kicked on automatically.’ He then realized the side he was sleeping on ached hard as if he were sleeping on a floor. He hadn’t slept on the floor since….

Paul’s eyes flew open and instead of seeing his large, opulent bedroom he saw a dirty, dingy wall. He spun his head around and saw the rest of the little shack he had grown up in back in Denniston.

“What the fuck?” He said and his hand flew to his throat that had made sounds he hadn’t made in thirty two years. “What the hell is going on?” He asked himself in a voice better suited to an eighteen year old.

“What are you carrying on about over there?” Another voice interrupted his thoughts and he looked over to see him mother sitting at their small kitchen table.

`Impossible!’ he thought. `This is fucking impossible!’

It was on shaky legs that he stood and he looked over his body with interest. He was thin. Not that he’d been obese before falling asleep but his age and wealth had left him a little softer than he had been. He stood tall, but not quite his full six foot two and though his shoulders had widened he hadn’t filled out with muscle yet. His hands were no longer filled with the aches of mild arthritis but with the strength of youth. His bare chest was broad, strong and covered with the beginnings of the black fur mat that had covered his body since he came of age. He ran a hand through his hair and found it black with no hint of gray and almost shoulder length. The dark and dirty jean shorts he wore were a size too small and encased his large frame tightly, showing off his large package swollen with a piss boner. He needed to relieve himself though he was too shocked to find himself in this fucked up dream that he pushed the need to the side. He wanted to find a mirror to see his face but knew there would be no mirror in the shack. Paul heard a cough and turned back to stare at his mother as she drank her morning coffee and had her first cigarette of the day.

“What are you staring at?” She asked in her usual grumpy and tired voice.

“You’re dead.” He answered simply.

“I’m what?”

“You’re dead. I went to your funeral. I paid for the fucking thing, casket and all.”

“Well fuck you too, you son of a bitch!” It was her favorite insult for him though she never understood the irony of a mother using it on her own son. Paul walked over and pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. He was instantly deposited on the floor next to the overturned chair.

“You fucking moron! That chair’s only got three legs. If you can’t sit on it right sit on the floor before you go breaking any more shit!”

“I forgot.” Paul said and sat the broken seat on it’s remaining legs before sitting gingerly on it. “What’s the date today?”

“Date?” His mother looked at him as if he had lost his mind.

“Yeah, the date.”

“I don’t know. I think it’s May.”

“What year?”

“Boy, you feeling ‘specially stupid today? It’s nineteen seventy nine. You’re sure in a mood.” His mother said as she lit another cigarette with the one she had just finished smoking.

`Nineteen seventy nine?’ Paul was astonished. `There was no way.’ Yet here he was sitting across from his mother.

She was exactly as he remembered; tired of life, gaunt and thin with stringy hair and dull brown eyes which were tinged with yellow. She would remain here till the end of her days, surviving the flood that wiped out the entire town which sat lower in the hills, only to die a few years later of uterine cancer. Paul would have just closed his first big deal for Hathaway Inc. and would use his bonus of ten thousand dollars to send his mother to the afterlife in style. He hadn’t been close to his mother, not many people in the world could say they had been close to Connie Stark, but she was the woman who had given birth to him and occasionally protected him from his father’s beatings. She deserved something. He had just started to wonder where his father was, when the door to the shack slammed open and a large man entered.

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I’m not gay.

Now, if you had seen me last night about this time, you might doubt this. I was on my knees with a rather large, and very hard, cock deep in my mouth. I was sucking on it and sliding it in and out of my mouth, with one hand wrapped around the base and the other cupping the hairy ball sack.

“Okay,” I can imagine you saying. “I can believe that you’re not gay if you were being forced somehow. Maybe the guy was holding a gun to your head or something. Or maybe he was blackmailing you, or you’d lost a bet or something.”

But that’s not it. I was sucking this cock not only willingly, but eagerly. Indeed, I’d spent some considerable effort to get that cock between my lips and I enjoyed every second that I got to suck on it. And, my enjoyment built to a crescendo as the guy built to an orgasm. What I enjoyed most-what caused in me a sort of mental orgasm-was when I felt that hard cock explode in my mouth, covering my tongue with its salty, slimy treat.

“Okay. That’s it,” you say. “You’re gay!”

But that just shows how little you know. If I were gay, I’d be attracted to men. But I’m not. Not in the least. I suppose I’d want to go out with men, to embrace them. I don’t. If I were gay, I’d want to kiss men. The very thought turns my stomach. What I’m attracted to-what I crave-is cocks. I love them: long or short, fat or skinny, veined or smooth, hard or soft, black, brown, red, white or yellow.

Okay, I know what you want to say: “Cocks are attached to men.” Very perceptive of you! I know that of course. So, I’ll do what I have to with the men, to get what I really want. I’ve gone out on dates with men; I’ve embraced men; and I’ve even kissed them. I didn’t find any of these things in the least pleasant in itself. Oh, I’ll admit that my heart sometimes pounded with excitement. But it was only the excitement of the thought that I was getting close to getting what I really wanted.

And, yes, I’ll admit that I’ve had more than a few cocks up my ass. But that, too, was just to get what I wanted. I don’t mean that it hurt that much or that I actually hated it. Sometimes it kind of felt good. But I only did that if the guy pressured me and it looked as if I wasn’t going to keep getting what I wanted if I didn’t put out the way he wanted me to.

That hardly ever happens anymore because I seldom hang around for second or third dates with a guy. If I can get all the cock I want with anonymous, one-night-stands, I can avoid not only having to get to know the guy who’s attached to the cock, I can usually avoid getting fucked in the ass. But, again, it’s not that I mind getting fucked in the ass so much. I’d rather just suck. If I’m on a one-night-stand, then if I’m going to get all the cum I can from the cock, doing the anal thing, too, means that I usually wind up sucking on a cock that tastes of latex, or worse. I’m too much of a connoisseur to enjoy that.

And I am sort of a connoisseur of cock. Some people think it’s all about size and they mean by that: “the bigger, the better.” But they couldn’t be more wrong. Oh, it’s true alright that a huge cock is a huge turn on. Believe me, I’ve had some enormous ones, and I know. I’ve had some so fat I could barely stretch my lips around them. I’ve had some so long that even with both hands wrapped around the shaft like I was holding a baseball bat I still couldn’t fit the rest in my mouth. Fat cocks, long cocks…they’re fantastic. But only a rank amateur or someone completely devoid of taste in cocks would think that size means quality.

In fact, I’ve never sucked a dick that I didn’t find something to like about. I’ve had straight ones and curved ones, fat ones and skinny ones, veined ones and smooth ones. I’ve sucked off cut cocks and uncut ones, black ones, yellow ones, brown ones and white ones. I’ve sucked off young cocks that were as hard as iron and primed to explode at the least provocation. And I’ve sucked off old guys who never really got hard. (It’s actually quite a turn on for me to be able to milk a cock of its cum even when the guy can’t get hard.) It doesn’t matter. They’re all good. Actually, they’re all great.

I said that I’d worked hard for the cock I was getting last night. Really it’s more conniving and scheming than real work. But it takes time and some sensitivity. Like I said, I like one-night-stands best. That means I’m always looking for new cock. Maybe you think that most guys are so horny that a guy like me (are there other guys like me?) should have no trouble finding a willing partner-as long as I’m not looking for reciprocation.

Well, if that’s what you’re thinking, you’re wrong. I’m never looking for reciprocation. Sure, sometimes a guy has wanted to return the favor and sometimes I’ve let it happen. But usually that’s just because I think it will lead to me getting another load of his cum. If I’m certain he’s shot his last wad for the night, I’d really rather just go home and beat off while I recall the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth. I can really do that. I mean, I can recall the feel and taste so Gaziantep Saatlik Escort vividly that it’s as if he’s still in my mouth while I’m stroking my cock. It’s very exciting.

Anyway, even though I’m not looking for reciprocation, I have to go to some lengths to get guys. You can’t just hang a sign around your neck saying, “I love to suck cocks.” For some reason that I don’t understand, that turns a lot of guys off, and it can get you beaten up. And lots of guys who wouldn’t be up for it if they knew from the outset that’s what you were after, can be brought round to it if they’re handled right.

The trick is to find the right door. That means just talking with them like a regular guy-not setting off anyone’s “gaydar”. I’m not gay, of course, but there a lot of guys who get confused about these things. So, I talk with them about the things people talk about when they just meet at a bar or diner. I never come on to them until I find the door.

Here’s how it went last night. I went to a bar that was way on the other side of town. I’d never been to it before but I knew enough to know that it wasn’t a gay bar or singles bar. I hate going to gay bars. It’s not that I have anything against sucking a gay guy’s cock. But most gay guys want to do things like kiss or hug. Or they’re into B&D or leather. Those aren’t my scenes. Some of them are swishy and like to act fem. I try not to pay much attention to the person who’s attached to the cock I’m getting at, but the fem stuff is a turn off for me. Singles bars are usually too noisy and the people are so obviously looking for something that I just don’t like the vibes.

I like neighborhood bars, and that’s what I was at last night. There were about 20 people in the bar, mostly men. Most of them were splitting their attention between watching ESPN and bantering with the bartender or other people at the bar. Several of the men there looked like good prospects. I’ve already told you I’m not particularly picky-though I do sometimes get a hankering for a certain type. But mainly, I think of a good prospect as one I’m likely to be successful with.

And, though I’ve sometimes done more than one guy at a time, I really try to avoid that. Sometimes it leads to ass-fucking as the one who’s not in my mouth gets overly eager for some satisfaction. And, even when that doesn’t happen, the interpersonal dynamics are usually wrong. The guys are too into proving to each other that they aren’t gay. So, they get on power trips, holding my head and fucking my mouth like I’m a passive object or calling me demeaning names. I like being in control and I don’t like being abused. I’m convinced that the very same guy who would be abusive and controlling if he were playing to one of his buddies, is happy to let me take charge and incredibly grateful for my oral ministrations when it’s just the two of us.

So, I look for someone who looks as if he’s there alone. Of the likely prospects I scoped out last night, one was on the barstool right next to me. It turned out to be easy to strike up a conversation with him.

Ned looks to be about thirty-five, but turns out to be over forty. He has some boring job in a small company, has been married but divorced about five years ago, and now has a girl friend with whom things are just so-so. As it turns out, it is this last factor that provides the door. I suspect that right away, but it takes a little while for me to confirm it and even more for me to open that door.

I tell him a lot of stuff about me, almost all of it false. In a way, my lies are like those that millions of people tell prospective pick-ups; in a way, they’re very different. It wasn’t like I was lying to impress him-no, “I drive a Porsche” or “I’m Chief Legal Counsel of a major company” type lies. But, then, those sorts of lies aren’t the ones that further my ends. I tell a different kind of convenient lie. I tell him I’m married. I’m not, but I always wear a wedding band. It puts the “gaydar” way down. And, after he brings up his girlfriend, I tell him a little about my (nonexistent) wife. The main bit of information I want to convey-though it takes a long time for me to steer the conversation to the point where I can say this in a natural way-is that she’s really great in the sex department, even though we’ve been married for 15 years.

I tell him the old joke about the difference between a bride and a Hoover vacuum cleaner-after 10 years, the Hoover still sucks! I’m sure he’s heard it, but it gets the topic of oral sex on the table. I tell him that I married one of those rare Hoover wives. And, he reveals that the only thing he misses about his ex-wife, is her blowjobs. His current girlfriend isn’t into that.

BINGO!

Now he starts to open up. He doesn’t want to sound like a loser, so he quickly adds that he has a good sex life and his girlfriend does suck him sometimes, but only until he starts to get aroused and then she plays like she has to have him in her cunt soooo much-she just can’t wait another second. At first he was flattered. She was practically begging to be fucked. But now he sees it as just a ploy to avoid sucking him all the way off. He doesn’t say it in those words, but that’s the way he thinks about it. I can read between the lines. This guy’s yearning for a real blow job. Well, I think I can take care of that.

But I know I can’t just blurt out, “I’ll suck you off!” I have to bide me time and figure out when’s the best moment to try to go through the door he opened up just a crack.

We talk for a while and I find out that Ned’s not living with his girlfriend. In fact, she’s out of town for the weekend. He lives just around the corner-another reason for me to go to neighborhood bars. Now I just have to find a way to get myself invited over to his house-or a plausible excuse to invite myself.

This takes a bit of listening. Sometimes, in similar situations before, I’ve never found that excuse. Sometimes, desperate at the prospect of losing a target, I’ve resorted to simply leaving the bar when my prospect does, and offering to suck them off in my car. I don’t like to make the offer so crudely and I don’t like doing it in the car, but sometimes the offer works and sucking a cock in the car is better than not getting any cock at all.

As we talk, I learn that Ned’s into cars and still has an old Mustang-1968 convertible-that he bought used almost 20 years ago. He’s in the process of restoring it and I can tell he’s proud of it. Now, I don’t give a shit about cars. But, if feigning interest in cars gets me what I want, I’m good with that. I tell him that I used to own a 67 Mustang but an old girlfriend wrapped it around a telephone pole. I let him think I know a fair amount about cars in general and Mustangs in particular-though I’m at the very edge of my knowledge and worried that at any second I could say something that would lead to a raised eyebrow and general skepticism about me and my motives.

But the conversation goes pretty well and finally I decide to pop the question. “I’d love to see your Mustang” I say. (God, if only he’d hot-rodded his Mustang, I could have said, “I’d love to see your rod,” and spoken God’s honest truth.)

I can see the instant I finish the sentence that it’s going to work. He wants to show off his Mustang. So, we leave the bar and walk about a block to his house. As we go through the kitchen toward the garage, I ask if he has any whiskey or anything. I tell him I’m full of beer but I could use another drink. Actually, I don’t need anything more to drink-well, not anything more before I get his cock in my mouth-but I figure he’ll have one, too, and it can’t hurt to get him a little more loosened up before I make my move.

He has some really fine single-malt Scotch, as it turns out, so I’m happy I asked. We drink a bit on the way to the garage. I appropriately “Oooohhh” and “Aaahhh” when he opens the door and turns on the light. We walk around it and I let him take his time showing me every detail: what he’s done; what still needs to be done. I don’t care about all of this, of course, but I want him to drink a bit more.

He’s not getting drunk, but I can tell that the alcohol has had something of an effect on him and I decide to go for it.

“You know, about five or six years ago, my wife and I split for about six months. I got involved with a woman and I was having the exact same problem you are with your girlfriend,” I venture. “She was really pretty and we had sex a lot, but she wasn’t into oral sex-giving it, I mean.” I let it sit there to gauge his reaction. It’s a noncommittal grunt, but with an upward inflection that says, “go on.”

“Yeah, so it got really frustrating for me. At first, it just sort of nagged at me. But I started to feel really deprived and I began to be fixated on getting a blow job.” I pause for just a beat or two, “Ya know what I mean?”

Now I get more than a noncommittal grunt. He knows exactly what I mean.

“So, then something really weird happened.” I take another drink. “And I did something I’d never done in my life.” Now a dramatic pause. He’s hanging on my words.

“In fact, I’ve never even told another sole about this. Guess it doesn’t matter if I tell you. It’s not like we know each other or you’ll ever see me again.” I take another drink and don’t go on yet. It’s good to let the thought that he’ll never see me again sink in and I know he’ll wait as long as it takes for me to go on. He’ll prompt me if he has to. He’s hooked.

“So, what’d ya do?”

I suck down a little bit more of my Scotch. I want Ned to wait. “I met this guy-didn’t really know him-but we got to talking and I got real comfortable with him. After a while, I told him about my deprivation. He listened sympathetically and …” Time for another drag on my Scotch. It’s a great prop for teasing him with my story. He doesn’t say anything, though. He just waits for me to go on.

“And, he said…and I couldn’t believe that I’d heard him right…he said, ‘I’ll give you a blow job!'”

Ned looks at me really strange for a split second. I don’t let him think too long.

“So, when I was sure that I hadn’t misheard him, I tried to sort of laugh it off as if it was a joke. But he just kept looking at me and I realize that he’s serious.” Ned looks away. But it’s not because he’s not interested.

“So, whadya do?”

“I said, ‘What the hell? Why not?’ and got the best blowjob of my life.”

That gave Ned pause; I think he was pretty ambivalent about the story. He offered, “Gays make me feel uncomfortable. I never know whether they’re interested in me sexually.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I know what you mean. I’m the same way. But this guy was so not gay. He was married and seemed as straight as your or me.” Another drink. “Later he told me that he’d never done that but he’d thought about it sometimes and figured, why not then, with a guy he didn’t know and didn’t have to worry about running into later.”

“Hmmm. Well, I guess,” Ned mumbled and it was his turn to take a drink-mainly to avoid saying anything.

“So,” I offer tentatively, “what do you think?”

“What do I think about what?” He’s playing dumb but I don’t blame him. The embarrassment of being wrong by thinking that I’m offering to suck him off is much worse than the embarrassment of being thought slow to pick up on an offer.

“I’ll suck you off if you want.”

“You’re kidding!”

“No. You know, ever since he did that for me. There have been times-late at night if I can’t sleep or in a random moment-when I’ve wondered myself what it would be like.” I finish my Scotch. “I’ve never even touched a man before.” (Wow! Now there’s the biggest lie of the night-maybe of the century.) “But, I’m interested in trying it.”

Okay, now that takes the burden off of him. All he has to do is be willing to let me suck his cock. And it’s not as if I’m some sort of cock-hungry gay guy. I’m just a regular guy who is doing a little experimenting. Nothing threatening there.

“So, is it okay with you?” I ask.

“I guess.” He stammers a little. “Where?”

“Here’s fine I guess.” I’ve never given a guy a blowjob in a garage. And I’ve given lots of blow jobs. I put my jacket on the floor to cushion my knees and kneel down slowly in front of him.

One of the good things about doing this under the pretense of “never having done anything like this before” is that I have to go slowly and tentatively. I have to act like it really is my very first time, at least until I get into it. And that heightens the excitement.

He stand a little too far from me and so I pull him closer. I reach up tentatively toward his fly and unzip him. My hands are shaking a little bit. He doesn’t know it’s from excitement, not fear.

The guy has on whitey-tighties under his slacks so I don’t have to fake awkwardness at getting his cock out. I really have to fumble a little to get at it. He’s not hard yet, not even beginning to get hard. Some guys get hard at the mere thought of a blow job. Maybe Ned would if it were a woman doing it. Of course, if a woman were doing it, there would probably be some foreplay like kissing and petting. I hate that shit and, anyway, I don’t mind putting a soft cock in my mouth and making it swell up like a balloon. “Don’t mind!?!?!?!” Hell, I love it!

Ned’s dick isn’t that big. But you can never really tell when they’re soft. Some big dicks when they’re soft wind up no bigger than small dicks when both get hard. Black guys especially often have much larger soft cocks even when they don’t have gigantic hard dicks.

I look at Ned’s dick in my hand, trying to seem a bit tentative and reluctant even though I’m feeling ravenous. I bring my lips to it as if gingerly and gently put my tongue out to touch its tip. I touch it twice, pulling my tongue in after each contact. Then, I slide my tongue under the cockhead to caress the most sensitive spot. As my tongue slides along the underside of Ned’s cock, I feel his shaft begin to harden and I can hear him moan. I know there’s no turning back for Ned now. He wouldn’t care if I were gay, or a Martian. He wants my lips wrapped around his cock and he wouldn’t stop me no matter what until he’s shot his load.

Still, I take it kind of slowly. I don’t have to for his sake, but I like teasing myself and him a little, too. I pull back a bit. Maybe he thinks I’m changing my mind. That’s okay. If he does, he’ll be that much more grateful when I take him into my mouth. I reach into his pants and pull his balls out. It’s difficult with his jockey underpants, but when I get them out, it’s worth it. His balls aren’t too hairy, but they’ve got some nice fuzz on them. They’re nice sized with some weight to them. I think about all the sperm cells that he’s been making there that will soon be mixed with his semen and shot into my mouth. Strange things go through my head sometimes. I think about an individual sperm cell that is soon to be shot the length of his cock, right into the back of my mouth and swallowed down my throat into my eager stomach. I’m thinking this weird thought as I fondle his balls in one hand, gently rolling them between my thumb and fingers. I’m really looking forward to this. This guy’s going to bust a nut big time, and I’m going to reap the rewards.

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I stared at the clock waiting for the next few minutes to pass before the bell would ring and my students would hand in their tests and go to their next class.

I leaned back in my chair and tried to relax even though I was incredibly nervous.

I had planned this out and what happened next could set it in motion or derail it completely.

When the bell rang students rushed to give me their papers, except Paige.

I watched between shuffling students as she put away the book she had been reading, The Family by Mario Puzo.

Interest choice of book.

She moved her curly brown hair to one side of her neck and delicately swung her legs out of her desk.

I looked away to my leaving students while she gathered her backpack, purse, and test.

Her mouth formed a smile as she approached my desk and set her test facedown.

“Hey Paige. I was wondering if you could help me out.”

“I’ll certainly try Mr. Reeves.”

“I’m going out of town Friday to see family and I was wondering if you could dog sit for me. I wouldn’t ask if I hadn’t tried my other options.”

She seemed interested.

“I have three dogs and I think I can trust you with them for a weekend. You’re eighteen, right?”

I tried to hide how nervous I was as I waited for her answer.

Not that I had to wait long.

“I am. Since last week actually. I can watch them for you. I love dogs!”

I knew she did which was why I choose the dog sitting excuse to have her over.

She wrote a paper on some work she had done at the local animal shelter.

It included her experience in giving dogs CPR, the Heimlich maneuver, and dislocated joints.

“Great. Thank you so much Paige. Let me give you my number and you can call me after school for all the details. I don’t want you to be late for your next class.”

She ran her fingers over her necklace and I snuck a peak at her before writing my number on a post-it.

It seemed that whenever Paige wasn’t doing anything she would trace her finger over the gold heart that hanged from the small chain around her neck.

“I’ll call tonight.”

“Okay. Thank you again, Paige.”

I watched her walk out and it wasn’t long before my next class trickled in.

I got home around five and still hadn’t received a call from Paige.

As usual my dogs greeted me at the door.

I set my things down and gave them belly rubs and told them about Paige as if they understood what I was saying.

I ordered a pizza and sat down on my couch to watch TV with my cell phone and a beer.

By the time the pizza had arrived she still hadn’t called.

I ate three slices and moved on to my next beer.

It was almost six and my phone started ringing. I ran back to the couch and saw an unsaved number.

Yes!

I exhaled slowly and calmed down. “Dean Reeves.”

“Hi Mr. Reeves, its Paige.”

I closed my eyes when she talked and let her voice take its effect on me.

“Hey Paige.”

“Hi, I didn’t mean to wait so long to call. It’s like as soon as I got home everyone needed me to do something.”

She sounded flustered.

“Not at all. It’s okay. Like I said, I have three dogs and you would be watching them from Friday night to Sunday night. That is, if you’re still interested.”

She was quick to reply.

“I’m still interested.”

“Okay. After school on Friday do you want to leave your car at the school and I’ll drive us to my place? I will have menus for places that deliver and I’ll have the house stocked with food.”

“Um… Yeah, that’s okay.”

Everything was falling into place.

“Okay and I’ll leave you money if you decide to order something.

Speaking of money, do you want to shoot me a price after you’ve watched them?”

“That’s fine.”

I wondered what she was doing while we talked. What she Gaziantep Saatlik Escort was wearing…

I undid my pants and closed my eyes as I thought of her in her underwear, on the edge of her bed, talking to me.

“Okay. Well I think that will cover it for now. Any questions that I can answer for you now?”

“What kind of dogs are they?”

She sounded so interested.

I stopped imagining her like that so I could concentrate on answering her question.

“Birdie is the biggest one, he’s a Rottweiler. Duchess is the one in charge of her brothers. She’s a seven year old Beagle mix of some other breed. I think Greyhound, maybe Whippet? Then the smallest and youngest one is Whiskey. He’s a mutt through and through but looks most like a Pomeranian.”

As soon as I answered her I went back to take care of my hard on.

“Cute! Okay. They sound great.”

It was quiet.

I cleared my throat to end the silence but she beat me to it.

“Oh, I have to go. I’ll see you in class tomorrow. Thanks for asking me to dog sit. I’m looking forward to it.”

“Sure, no problem. Thanks for saying that you’ll do it for me.”

“Goodnight Mr. Reeves.”

“See you tomorrow Paige.”

When the line went dead I thought of Paige laying down on her bed with me on top of her.

I thought of what her body would look like as she writhed from the way I touched her.

How her necklace would fall to one side of her chest.

I bit my lip when I thought of how much I wanted to kiss her neck.

I wanted to hear moans escape her throat when I entered her.

I jerked off faster when I thought of her voice saying my name.

I felt my release and grabbed nearby napkins. When I finished I turned my attention back to the TV and drank another two beers before going to bed.

During the week I would smile every time Paige met my gaze.

She was so beautiful.

At night I would get off just thinking about her.

Wednesday I went to the grocery store and bought easy to cook meals as well as stuff to make sandwiches.

I wandered the aisles trying to think of other things to buy for Paige.

I decided junk food was a good option. I didn’t know what she would want to drink so I texted her asking what to get.

After about five minutes she replied with this specific tea stuff.

I looked at the several options and grabbed a box of what I thought was the closest she asked for.

It looked good enough to me.

I decided root beer was another good option.

Who doesn’t like root beer?

I also picked up beer for me.

I grabbed stuff to make chili with so that she could have leftovers of it when I make it tomorrow night.

Thursday I got home as fast as I could to clean up around my house and set up the guest room . Once the room looked nice as well as smelled nice I closed the door to keep the dogs out of it.

I cleaned the hardly used guest bathroom for the first time in a very long time too.

I didn’t want her to think I was a slob.

I paced the floor of the living room thinking of what else to clean.

I turned to the kitchen and decided the fridge could be cleaned along with the stove and oven. While cleaning the oven Birdie stood next to me and watched.

I took a break and rubbed behind his ears. “Hey boy.”

I leaned in to smell him.

“Huh. I guess you guys could use a bath too. The things I’m doing for this girl…”

“Birdie just looked at me panting.

I finished cleaning in the kitchen and vacuumed the carpets as well as the couch to remove the dog hair.

I laid a large blanket over it to prevent excessive hair on the couch.

I would take it off Friday morning before I left.

Once I felt like my house was taken care of I turned to the dogs.

“Who’s going first?”

Duchess was the only one who wasn’t laying down.

I brought her into my bathroom and washed her.

She was my favorite one to talk to.

Probably because she was a female and I felt like she was more understanding than her brothers.

After I washed the other two I changed into a clean pair of boxers.

“Guys and gal, I am tired.”

I sat on the couch and rested before making the chili.

To make it just right it would have to cook overnight.

I prepped everything and grabbed a beer after setting it all in the slow cooker.

I was going to have to get up early to do the finishing touches before I left.

After eating a ham sandwich for dinner I looked at the clock.

It was now eleven thirty.

I had to be up in five and a half hours.

I finished off my beer and packed my suitcase.

Unknown to Paige, I only needed an outfit for one day.

I zipped up my suitcase and crawled into my bed too pressed for sleep to jerk off.

My alarm went off and I sprang to life.

I was ready for today.

I took a hot shower and got dressed quickly.

I made sure I smelled nice and changed my beard to a goatee.

I admired the new look. It was an in-the-moment decision but it looked nice.

I fed the dogs, made up my bed, moved the blanket off the couch, divided the cooked chili so I could take some with me for lunch and put the rest in the fridge for Paige.

The dogs watched me move like crazy getting everything ready.

The clock said six fifteen, I was making good time.

I still had forty-five minutes until I had to leave.

I sprayed some stuff so the house smelled good and took the trash out.

I took a last look in the mirror and felt confident.

I may be forty-three but I still had it.

I let the dogs out one last time before I left. Once I brought them back in I grabbed my things and went out the door.

Today was going to be a good day.

During my class with Paige she was working on an assignment.

I watched her as she concentrated hard on it and bit her lower lip.

The hair that was behind her ear fell and as she set it back in place her eyes met mine. I didn’t look away.

She knew I was looking at her.

I wanted her to know. I moved my eyes from hers and let them move down to her neck and down to the top of her chest where her necklace lay. She started tracing it while looking at me, looking at her.

I flicked my eyes back to hers and she was still.

I gave her a small smile and looked away.

When the last bell of the day rang I packed up my stuff and waited for Paige.

This was happening.

I pretended to be doing something on the computer while I waited for her.

I looked up and found her standing in my classroom doorway.

She had put her hair up at some point and was showing off that neck that I love so much.

“Ready?”

She nodded quietly.

I grabbed my stuff and shut down my computer.

I led her to my car and she set her stuff for the weekend in the trunk along with her backpack.

“I forgot to tell you, the change in facial hair looks good.”

I was happy she liked it.

“You can play whatever kind of music you want.” “This is fine.”

She said softly.

The drive to my house was about thirty minutes.

When we pulled in my drive way I grabbed her bags out of the trunk.

“Thanks.”

I smiled at her and unlocked the door and the dogs came running.

“Back! Come on, move back guys!”

I let her go in first.

“They won’t hurt you.”

She smiled.

“I’m not afraid of that.”

She got down on their level and pet them while they licked her.

She giggled at their attention.

“You guys are so cute!”

“I’m going to let them out and then show you to your room.”

She stood up and looked at me.

“Okay.”

Once the dogs were outside I led her to the guest room.

“This is your room. The TV has cable and a DVD player. Here’s the remote. If you don’t want the dogs to sleep with you just close the door. They won’t bother you then. If you do want them to sleep with you, that’s okay too. Out here, this door is the bathroom and towels are in this closet right here.”

She stood still looking around.

“Your house is nice.”

“Oh! Let me show the stuff I got for you to eat.”

She followed me out into the kitchen.

“Is this the tea you were talking about?” She nodded.

“Thanks.”

“Sure. I also have some leftover chili from last night that you can heat up in the microwave and I have stuff to make sandwiches and pasta. Basically whatever is in the fridge and cabinets, you are welcome to. That includes the liquor cabinet if you so desire. You’re responsible, right?”

“You can trust me.”

I smiled and pulled out my wallet and took out $80 and handed it to her.

She took in a breath and I watched her chest rise.

“This is for if you want something delivered. I keep the menus next to those cookbooks.”

I let the dogs back in.

“They can get on the furniture and uh the TV in here has cable and the DVD player works. The remotes for those are here.”

I looked around thinking of what else she needed to know.

“Um, the dogs should be let out four or five times a day. You can just let them out the back door. The yard is fenced and they have plenty of room to run around and play. They rough house but it never is serious despite how it sounds.”

She was tracing her necklace while she looked at me.

“Their food is under here. They get fed once a day. Birdie’s bowl is the biggest for obvious reasons. Duchess has this bowl, and Whiskey has the small bowl. I fill their bowls when I wake up in the morning and uh, you know, make sure they always have water. They each get one treat before bed. I keep those in the cabinet on top of the microwave.”

I stood there thinking of anything else she needed to know.

“Any questions?”

She shook her head.

“Nope.”

“Okay, well if you think of anything you have my number. I should be back Sunday around four.”

We stood in silence and I looked at her, taking her in.

She is so beautiful and young.

I want to take her right now. “I think that’s everything.”

I went to my room and grabbed my suitcase putting it in the trunk of my car.

Paige followed me out.

I walked over to her and touched her arm.

“Thanks again for watching them for me.”

She stood still and looked at me with a smile on her lips nodding.

“Of course.”

I fought the urge to kiss her and turned back to my car.

“See you later.”

I pulled out of the driveway and saw her wave me goodbye.

“Just wait a day, Dean.”

I turned on the radio and drove away.

I really was going to see family.

I was just going to be back tomorrow night.

I was going to surprise Paige around eleven.

That night at my brother’s place when everyone went to bed I did the same in his guest room.

I thought about Paige in my bed.

I wondered if she would sleep in my bed.

It was wishful thinking.

Paige wouldn’t do something like that.

Oh, but what if she did.

I worked my cock thinking of her laying in my bed, naked.

I thought of coming home tomorrow night and finding her masturbating under the sheets.

Then a new thought came in to my head.

What if she was a virgin?

I squeezed my dick harder as I beat it.

She’s a senior in high school, it’s a possibility.

I thought of Paige wiggling in bed while I pleased her virgin body.

How she would grab the pillows and blanket while she squealed.

That was enough.

I grabbed the nearby tissues and came as quietly as I could.

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